"If there is a problem, sit down and talk it through. We promise to handle things fairly. Don't bring up divorce so lightly."
Although they were unhappy, they suppressed their anger and patiently persuaded me.
Cynthia rushed over as well, gently wiping the stains from my face and apologizing softly, "I'm sorry, Honey. I lost my temper earlier. We can always talk things through. I promise I won't buy salted egg croissant anymore."
"If you have any other complaints, just tell me. I'll definitely change." She compromised as much as she could, desperate to save our marriage.
My mother-in-law even helped me set the chair right, thinking I would finally take the opportunity to give in.
But I pushed Cynthia away and frowned. "There are no other complaints. I just don't love you anymore. I get annoyed every time I see you. It's like looking at a filthy rat. I feel like vomiting every time," I said
The room suddenly fell silent and the atmosphere froze over in an instant.
No one expected me to go that far.
"Neil!" This time, Jackson exploded completely and pounced on me like a leopard, knocking me to the ground.
"Cynthia has treated you so well! How dare you call her a filthy rat? If she hadn't stood by you all these years, your family would still be eating garbage in that mountain village! Now that your life is good, you dare look down on her? You're nothing but trash!"
Seeing Jackson yell so loudly, I laughed instead. "I heard you like salted egg croissants the most. Those boxes were actually bought for you, right?"
"Nonsense! I'll beat you to death!" he shouted.
Jackson raised his fists and started punching me, but I quickly took control.
Then, suddenly, a sharp pain struck the back of my head. When I turned around, I saw Cynthia clutching a large bowl.
She hurriedly pushed me aside, helped Jackson up and asked anxiously, "Jackson, are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?"
Once his brother shook his head, Cynthia finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Right after that, she turned to blame me. "Did you take the wrong medicine today? Being unreasonable with me is fine, but how could you hit Jackson?"
I rubbed the back of my head and retorted, "Did I start this?"
Only then did I notice my hand—slick with warm blood.
Cynthia's face instantly paled and she rushed to explain, "Honey, I just panicked and wasn't thinking straight. I'll take you to the hospital right now."