Hilla's fall from the bed was heavy, especially when she was unprepared and even shocked.
What was worse, even though she had skills, she was wrapped in a quilt. Plus the bed was not high. She could only fall to the ground straightforward.
"I will let Bruce know when he comes back!" Hilla thought.
Margaret supported herself on the bed with both hands and leaned her body out of the bed, asking in a low and guilty voice, "I know we haven't seen each other for a year. You don't have to be so welcoming."
Welcoming? So bloody hell welcoming!
Hilla thought, "I am so welcoming that I want to kill you!"
Hilla's waist was aching so badly that for a moment, she felt like she was having a lumbar disc herniation or something. Seeing Margaret stretching out her trembling hand for her, Hilla didn't take it.
She crawled up from the ground with the quilt in her arms. So Margaret could only shrink back a little and hide on the bed with guilty blinks.
