His gaze was like ice as it bore into me.
“Enough!” he snapped. “I’ve explained this to you already—none of what happened before was Debbii’s fault! This time, it was also the hospital staff who made the mistake. Why are you blaming her for everything? And now, you’re striking her? Have you completely lost your damn mind, Hedy?!”
With that, he shoved me away.
I stumbled and fell hard onto the floor. Pain shot up my body, my face draining of color.
But he didn’t even glance at me.
“Apologize to Debbii!” he demanded.
I gritted my teeth and forced myself up despite the pain, glaring at him stubbornly.
“You want me to apologize, Bryson? It was she who went after my mom! She’s the one who told the hospital staff to revoke your payment! She even claimed you were her boyfriend! Tell me—who’s the one who should really be apologizing?”
For a moment, he froze.
His brows drew tightly together, his gaze toward Debbii cooling.
In an instant, her face went pale.
But just as quickly, tears welled up in her eyes, clinging to her lashes like a rain-drenched flower. She darted into the kitchen, snatching a knife and pressing it to her own neck.