I didn’t know how much time had passed when my hospital room door was violently flung open and a swarm of reporters barged in.
Kelly opened her mouth slightly, weakly positioning herself in front of me. "I'm sorry, I didn’t expect..."
I let out a mocking laugh and said, "You brought these reporters here on purpose, didn’t you?"
The reporters didn’t care about anything else. They only cared about the explosive news in front of them.
“Mr. Jones, is it true that you were assaulted?”
My son stood protectively in front of me, anxiously trying to explain, “You’re not allowed to say that about my dad! He got hurt that day while protecting me. Even if he lost his vital part, I’ll take care of him for the rest of his life!”
The moment he finished speaking, he immediately covered his mouth.
Hearing this, the reporters grew even more excited, like ravenous wolves with glowing green eyes, pressing forward aggressively. “What? He… lost that?”
“Mr. Jones, is what your son said true?”
One reporter went as far as to lunge at me, attempting to pull back my blanket for a closer look.
As soon as the blanket was lifted, a pungent stench filled the air, hitting everyone like a sledgehammer.
“He… he lost control of his bladder!”
In that moment, every gaze fixed on me carried nothing but disgust, sharp as blades piercing through me.
I wished I could disappear into the ground.
But the reporters broadcasted my most humiliating moment live, stripping away the last shred of my dignity as a man.
Within just a few hours, my story had exploded across every platform’s trending list.
The whole country now knew that I was a eunuch.
For several days in a row, my name and humiliating photos and videos have dominated the top trending searches.
Furious, I smashed everything within reach in the hospital room.
Faintly, I could hear the nurses whispering outside the door.
"He was a man losing that organ. No wonder he's become so moody and unpredictable."
"Let's try to be more understanding. After all, he's not even a man anymore."
Instinctively, I reached between my legs. It was empty.
My hand clenched into a fist in an instant. ‘Matthew, one day, I'll make you experience everything I’ve suffered.’
Gripping my phone tightly, I said, "Dad, can you come back to the country any sooner?"
"Son, just give me three more days. In three days, I'll be back to avenge you!"
Matthew came to see me again.