Sheila’s Fate

Getting out of the hospital, the woman, Sheila, rubbed her forehead. She was getting an examination and the result was not exactly her expectation. Holding the paper, she walked out to the street, wanting to call a cab.

"There's a dirty person there."

"Euh, what is a beggar doing here?"

Sheila's steps stopped the moment she heard the whispering from the side. Her eyes narrowed as she glared to the group of people not far from her. Just a few months ago, she was the acclaimed famous young lady of the Doha Family. But now, she didn't look any better than a beggar.

"What are you looking at, Beggar!"

"Shoo, this place will be dirty because of you," the second person snorted.

"You!" Sheila wanted to lash out, but she held on. With her appearance, nothing could be done. Stomping her feet on the ground, she turned around and walked down the street. She felt infuriated by the careless remarks those people made. What was wrong with her clothes?