Chapter 8 Hey, my old friend

Sherry laughed mockingly, "Wouldn't he be happier if I died on the street sick? What's the point of sending me to the hospital?" "Mr. Aaron said, you still owe Miss Nola an apology, these debts are not paid before your death can only be decided by him, if you want to kill yourself, you might as well think about your parents at home." With that, Beatrice left the room and Sherry clenched her fingers. Just then, the phone in my pocket rang, and when I picked it up, a grumpy voice came from the other end. "Sherry, what are you doing? You're late on your first day in our department and you don't want to get paid!" It was Judy, who managed the waiters, and Sherry sighed, "Manager, excuse me, I'll be right over." Sherry felt that there was nothing more wrong with her body, so she simply pulled the needle and left the hospital. When I arrived at the hotel on the bus, it was almost afternoon and there were no customers at the restaurant. "Sorry, manager, I was sick and fainted last nig