Yazmin immediately lowered her head. No matter how the man scolded, there was no response.
The shack was rented by this man who lived by collecting garbage. She was also picked up by him.
Otherwise, she would not even have a place to live.
She was poor. She wanted to go to the hospital, but she had no money.
She was all wounded, and she had suffered before. How could she heal it? It would only get worse...
After the lame man pushed the door open and left, Yazmin looked up.
Half of her face was intact, but the other half was like a scar that had been burned by fire, ferocious and terrifying.
Her face was rubbed on the asphalt road when she was thrown on the side of the road, and she lost almost half of her face.
The pain was heart-wrenching.
She endured the pain and wanted to ask the car owner for money. She did not expect the car owner to insist on calling the police to follow the insurance procedure.