That guy!
After hanging up the phone, Hashimoto Miho sat in a daze, feeling a dull pain beginning to creep over her body.
To prevent her husband from seeing her bruises, she had not worn her light skirts this evening but had instead put on a tightly wrapped kimono, completely covering her delicate body.
"Miho, what's wrong? Whose call was it?"
On the sofa, Takizawa Shikou, who was playing with their five-year-old daughter, saw his wife spacing out after the call, furrowed his brow in confusion, and asked.
"Husband, there's an emergency at the court. I need to handle it," Hashimoto Miho finally came to her senses and explained with a somewhat pale face.
Takizawa Shikou nodded, "Make it quick and come back soon."
"Hi!" Hashimoto Miho got up to leave, making a complete act of it by even grabbing her bag. She changed into white high heels at the doorway and then left through the door.
