When I arrived there, the flower shop was in a mess, with trampled flowers and dirt everywhere.
Carol was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee and watching the show with a gloating look.
She killed my child, and now she destroyed the flower shop that I had worked hard to run for many years.
My heart was filled with hatred, and I was about to hit her in the face with bloodshot eyes.
But a hand appeared behind me and grabbed my wrist tightly.
Carol threw herself into Bruce's arms weakly, sobbing, "Bruce, I'm so scared."
Bruce stroked Carol's hair with his other hand and comforted her softly, "It's okay. No one can hurt you as long as I'm here."
Then he looked at me, and the tenderness on his face instantly turned into gloom. "I asked her to smash it. You asked people to kidnap Carol, causing her to have psychological trauma. The doctor found that she suffered from mild depression.
"It isn't too much to destroy your flower shop to let her vent her emotions, right?"
I was so angry that I laughed. It took me five years to build the flower shop to its current size.
Now it had all been destroyed by Carol, but Bruce said it was not too much.