Cindy interjected, “You didn’t give birth to him, so you don’t care, huh? Look at what you’ve done to poor Ryan. Let me tell you—siblings or not, debts need to be settled. You’re going to pay for his medical expenses!”
The loudest voice, unsurprisingly, belonged to Cindy. Her face was twisted with anger, and she looked ready to rip me apart with her bare hands.
That was it. That was my breaking point.
They could insult me all they wanted. Judge me. Whisper behind my back. Throw their petty little remarks my way.
But harming my child? That was a line no one crossed.
“Medical expenses?” I said, my voice cold, trembling with fury. “Fine. Let’s call the police right now and see how they handle your son’s deliberate assault on me!”
I was shaking with rage as I yanked my phone out of my pocket. My hands trembled so badly that I nearly dropped it. But I didn’t care anymore.
They wanted to play games? Fine. Let’s see who came out on top.
I trembled as I dialed 911, my finger hovering over the call button. My whole body shook, but I was determined to report what happened.
Cindy’s face went pale the moment she realized I was serious. Her panic was palpable as she waved her hands frantically.
“Are you seriously calling the police? Come on, Elaine! Is this really worth it? It’s just a small thing!”
Her words didn’t faze me. My resolve was unshaken, and my hand was steady as I prepared to hit the final button—until David snatched the phone out of nowhere.
“Just forget it, Elaine,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension. “We’re all family. Besides, it’s partly your fault for not standing steady. He’s just a kid—how much harm could he possibly do?”
I froze, stunned as if I’d been struck by lightning. 'Did he really just say that we’re all family”?'
Was this the same man who had stood beside me at our wedding, promising to love and protect me? The same man who now brushed off the fact that his family’s negligence had almost cost us our child?
“Do you even hear yourself?” I demanded, my voice trembling with anger and disbelief. “Our child—our child almost didn’t make it! And now you’re telling me to just let it go? Do you even have a heart?”