I WAS ROBBED

When Beatrice arrived home, Wendy, who was alone, got up and stared at her in surprise.

"What happened to you, Mom?" she asked. She was surprised because of Beatrice's disheveled appearance, which was in contrast to how she had looked when she left the previous day.

The day before, she had left the house with her luggage, looking elegant, and told them that she had a very important meeting to attend outside of town. So, she wasn't expected to be back until two days later.

But now, she was in her nightwear, without any luggage, and there was a handprint on one side of her face that had turned red. It was obvious that she had been hit, and Wendy was shocked by it.

Hearing Wendy's question, Beatrice fell to the ground and began to cry, "I was robbed. They took everything from me."

"What? Who? When? Where?"

Beatrice got up from the ground, "It doesn't matter anymore now, does it? I still have my meeting to get back to. I was on a bus, and I arrived at my hotel late. Just outside the ho