I took a glimpse of the scarf that Josie had knitted.
I suddenly remembered that I had also knitted one for Sean a week ago.
What did Sean do at the time?
He looked at it with disgust and tossed it on the floor like trash.
“Wendy, if the time you spent on knitting was spent on work instead, people at the company wouldn’t ostracize you,” he said in a mocking, disdainful tone.
I lowered my head and picked up the scarf.
That night, Sean suddenly grabbed it from the couch and hurried out in his wheelchair.
I thought that he had just lied about not liking it.
Worried that he might catch a cold, I quietly followed him.
However, I saw him give the scarf to Josie, who was waiting outside.
