A Divorce After My Rebirth by Gentle Rain in June

Chapter 881 Bianca's Fury In the countryside of Weiss Town, Bianca looked out at the snow-covered landscape.

The spruces were already buried under heavy snow, and the road was covered with thick layers of snow.

She glanced into the kitchen. There were only a few ingredients left in the fridge, and the snow had been falling intermittently for half a month now.

Before coming here, Bianca had done her research. They said the four seasons here felt like spring, but now she wondered if those people had misunderstood the seasons.

Just then, the sound of a snowplow outside caught Bianca's attention. She hurriedly went upstairs to change her clothes. Today, she had to go out no matter what.

The tires made a crunching sound as she drove on the icy road, and Bianca drove slowly. After all, she had never driven on such a road before.

However, even on this slow road, there was an accident. When a figure suddenly appeared in front of her car, there was a screech as Bianca slammed on the brakes. The sound of the tires sliding on the icy road mixed with the dull thud of hitting a heavy object.

Luckily, Bianca had been driving very slowly.

So, she wasn't injured, but her mind was buzzing. | When she saw the person lying in front of the car, her world went blank. | Instinctively, she pushed open the car door and got out. She glanced subconsciously at the front of her car. When she saw the bloody handprint on the white hood, she felt her heart race. | Hastily, she approached the person lying on the ground. "Are you okay? Wake up." Bianca lifted the person up, ready to call for help on her phone. But the next moment, her wrist was grabbed by a cold, bloody hand.

Bianca looked down and saw a woman

looking at her.

"I don't want to go to the police station," the woman said weakly.

"You..." "And | don't want to go to the hospital," the woman continued, but Bianca's heart was pounding in confusion.

Then... what should she do? Bianca took a deep breath. "How are you feeling?" | | "I'm fine." | After saying that, the woman, dressed in a heavy cotton coat, struggled out of Bianca's arms and climbed out of the snow with difficulty.

She looked around warily, as if guarding against something, then staggered off in the direction Bianca was initially heading towards.

Bianca watched her go, puzzled. The woman ignored Bianca and didn't ask her for help.

But just as she ran off a short distance and Bianca was about to get back into her car, a drunken man suddenly rushed out from another side road and chased after the limping woman.

The woman seemed to sense danger and turned around. When she saw the man, she screamed and ran, ignoring the injury on her body.

"Ahhhh!" The screams echoed through the snowy mountains.

The next moment, the man caught up to the woman. He grabbed her by the hair and slammed her heavily onto the snow-covered ground.

"You bitch, you dare to run? I'll kill you!" The woman curled up on the ground, holding her head, screaming in pain. "Argh! Don't hit me! I'm sorry! | know | was wrong!" But the man didn't stop because of the woman's begging. Under the numbness of alcohol, he hit her even harder.

Bianca watched the scene, and images of the abuse she had suffered at Malcolm's hands flashed through her mind.

The number "74" branded on her heart like cattle, the humiliation seared into her soul.

Her eyes narrowed, and she felt as if her heart was being torn apart! Since arriving in Weiss Town, she had been trying hard to forget everything that happened in Simeria, trying to turn it all into the past.

Now, everything about Simeria seemed irrelevant! But seeing such a scene, those unbearable memories flooded her mind, constantly pulling at her sanity.

Smack! A crisp slap echoed through the air.

It was Bianca.

She didn't know how she ended up next to the man, but just as his fist was about to strike the woman again, her palm flew across the man's

face without hesitation.

The cold wind howled, but they could still hear each other's breathing quietly. The man glared fiercely at Bianca, "Where did you come from, you stinking woman?! How dare you meddle in my business!" Bam! Bianca's fist struck the man's face hard.

Because of his drunkenness, Bianca's sudden appearance caught him off guard, and he fell to the ground in the snow.

Then, punch after punch rained down on the man's face like a hailstorm.

"Argh..." Blood from his mouth splattered on the snow and on Bianca's face. Her anger continued to surge as she beat the man.

No one knew how much pain those memories brought Bianca. In Verde City, she despised men who abused women. Domestic violence

was unforgivable! She had fought at least fifty cases of domestic violence, but witnessing such violence firsthand was a first for her.

The woman, seeing the man attacked by Bianca, hugged Bianca tightly and exclaimed, Stop... Stop hitting him! He's going to die!" Bianca was silent.

The woman thought the man would die after just a small beating like this.

In that case, why was that man so ruthless just now? Wasn't his actions worse than Bianca's? Bianca's anger intensified even more.

Seeing Bianca being held back, the man who had curled up on the ground quickly got up, covering his face and shouting as he ran away. "I'm gonna call the cops! You bitch! How dare you hit me?!" It wasn't until the man had run far away that the woman finally let go of Bianca. She

seemed to be completely drained, about to collapse on the ground.

Thankfully, Bianca was quick to catch her and support her.

"Ouch..." As Bianca grabbed the woman's arm, the woman winced in pain. Bianca stiffened for a moment. She pulled up the woman's sleeve to see her arm, which was densely covered with new and old bruises.

| | If her arm looked like this, what about the rest of her body? Were there bruises in places she couldn't see? "Who is he to you?" Bianca asked coldly. | The woman struggled and tried to pull her wrist out of Bianca's grasp.

"He's my husband," she said.

Bianca fell silent, and feelings long extinguished resurfaced once again.

Since arriving in Simeria, Bianca had distanced

herself from the impact she used to feel in her career because she hadn't been involved in any lawsuits. But now, seeing the scars on the woman's arm and the brutality of the man who had just attacked her, Bianca's heart was filled with anger and a renewed sense of purpose.

Just as Bianca was about to say something, the roar of a police siren nearby caught the woman's attention.

She looked at Bianca instinctively, her face turning paler at the thought of the man's threats when he ran away.