"It's all your fault, you bastard!"
"You seduced my mother!"
"You bastard!"
A crowd gathered around.
They all turned on me, convinced I was a nuisance in other people's marriage and screamed at me, calling me shameless and disgraceful!
Jocelyn stood outside the crowd, looking down at me, as if waiting for me to admit my mistake, as if waiting for my attitude, but I was weak enough to find it difficult to speak out.
"Jo--"
"Jossy."
I struggled to speak, trying to get her to call a doctor, but the little boy cried even harder, rolling on the floor and screaming that his stomach hurt. I watched as a struggle flash in her eyes, but in the end, she picked up the little and told me before leaving.
"Phillip."
"You really need to reflect on yourself."
After check-up, Jocelyn, still holding Alden, remained absent-minded. My weak, pale face kept replaying in her mind. She walked out of the doctor's office anxious and heard someone say something.
"That man was in such a terrible state! He was covered in blood from the impact!"
"It's terrifying to even look at!"
Jocelyn's heart skipped a beat, remembering my face, a wave of immense fear overwhelmed her.
She suddenly pushed Alden away, who was clinging to her affectionately and rushed towards the corridor like a madwoman. But upon seeing a pool of blood on the floor, she froze completely.
