Chapter 39

Did Miss Josie not guarantee her customers decent characters? "So are you drinking or not? I'll make a complaint to your boss if you don't!" The lady threatened. The man tried to stop her. "Come now, she's just a lady. She'll die from all this alcohol." "So what? If there comes a day where I end up being a hostess in such a pathetic place, I'd rather kill myself than embarrass myself." The lady's words pierced through Meredith's heart like sharp knives. If it was not for Nia, she too would have rather killed herself, just like that very year. But at this stage, other than putting up with the humiliation from others, what else could she do? Meredith wanted desperately to avoid more fury from Josiah, so she quickly plastered a smile on her face and said, "You're right, ma'am. I should drink this as a punishment." She then started chugging down the glasses of beer one by one. The liquid ran down her throat, burning her stomach. Her eyes turned red from the uncomfortable feeling.