He gave me a meaningful look. "And tell me, Davis, do you really know whose child it is?"
Ignoring my reaction, he continued nonchalantly, "The food has been delicious these past few days, hasn’t it? Well, eat up. I've been feeding you my leftovers. And the best part, it was my own son who fed them to you."
Disgust churned in my stomach and I gagged violently, every hair on my body standing on end. "Matthew, you… you…"
"And do you know where the thing you lost ended up?" He smirked, leaning in close. "That's right… it's with me now!"
That was the last straw.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I jumped out of bed, lunging at him, my hands reaching for his throat.
Who would have thought that Matthew suddenly pulled out a dagger and shoved it into my hand. Then, without hesitation, he slashed himself between the legs.
By the time Kelly and the doctors rushed in, the scene they walked into was me standing there, dazed, holding a bloodstained knife.
Matthew lay weakly on the floor, his lips trembling. "Davis… has gone mad. He wanted to make me just like him, neither man nor monster!"
Kelly didn’t hesitate. She kicked me to the ground before hurrying over to check on Matthew’s injury.
After carefully confirming it wasn’t life-threatening, she finally turned to me, her face filled with fury as I clutched my chest, coughing up blood.
"Davis, how could you be so vicious? Just because you suffered misfortune, you want to drag others down with you?"
I let out a cold laugh. "Wasn't that thing he just cut mine to begin with?"
Kelly's face turned red, then pale. "You’re insane! Completely deranged!"
She turned to the doctors and nurses. "Restrain him before he starts biting like a rabid dog!"
Several doctors restrained me, forcing a sedative into my system.
That night, through the haze of the drug, I heard heavy breathing coming from the room next door.
"Aren’t you afraid your husband will hear? He’s just in the next room."
"Doesn’t that make it even more exciting?"
Dragging my unsteady body, I limped to the door and peered through the gap.
Kelly was kneeling in front of Matthew.
"He cut me," Matthew murmured, his voice laced with feigned weakness. "Why don’t you help me heal?"
Kelly hesitated.
"Use your mouth."
The sounds grew louder.
In the end, Matthew still wasn’t satisfied and he pushed her to the ground.
Shameless.