As she left, her mind went blank, and she didn't think about this at all.
She squatted on the side of the road, feeling sad, and soon began to cry, feeling like a beggar. Actually, it wasn't that serious, just a bit embarrassing.
She cried and scolded herself, "Lola Hussey, where's your brain? Is it filled with dog shit? You came here in such a hurry, but you can't get through, and you've suffered for 20 hours..."
The more she scolded herself, the harder she cried.
Passersby stared at her.
Seeing someone about to take a picture of her with their phone, Lola buried her face in her knees.
After all, with such a disheveled appearance, no one would associate her with the glamorous actress on screen.
Having cried enough, she found a place and called her older brother with her remaining money.
Hiram Bailey saw an unfamiliar number from another city and didn't pick up.
So Lola texted him to say who she was.
The phone rang again.
"Who's phone are you using?"