After listening to Nia Mitchell's horrifying tale of the last 24 hours, Mellisa Moreland stood in the dormitory, giving a weak and stiff smile.
"Nia Mitchell, Miss Mitchell, congratulations, you've finally goddamn gone insane."
She turned around, closing her eyes speechlessly. In Nia Mitchell's world, anything incredible could happen.
Even marrying a stranger!
What guts!
"Miss Mitchell, did that scumbag Hendry Hampton stimulate your only normal nerve, causing you to trigger suicide mode, and then you married a stranger nine years older than you in a flash?"
Nia Mitchell stood there awkwardly, not knowing how to argue.
"Miss Mitchell, let me book an appointment for you to see a psychiatrist. I genuinely hope you get diagnosed with neurosis."
Mellisa Moreland clenched her fists and widened her eyes, ready to pounce on Nia Mitchell any minute.
"That way, at least, you can get a report and annul this ghostly marriage you've contracted."
