Seeing this, Michael, who had been watching the show, suddenly wiped away his nonexistent tears and sobbed:
“Chris, although I bought my license and my driving skills aren’t great, you really can’t blame me that day!”
“Are you asking for a divorce now to threaten Susan and force her to send me to jail?!” Michael spoke pitifully, as if he were the victim who had suffered the worst injustice.
His tearful eyes broke, and Susan’s heart ached. She pulled Michael into her arms and said, “Michael, don’t cry. With me here, you’ll never go to jail.”
After saying that, she glared at me again:
“Chris, Michael is still a child. Is it necessary for you to pick on him like this?”
“You think threatening divorce will get me to stop defending Michael? You’re dreaming!”
“I’m telling you, your father died in vain. You won’t get any compensation, and don’t even think of hurting Michael!”
Watching Susan glare at me to protect the man who had killed her father, I couldn’t help but feel sorrow for my father-in-law all over again.
Forget it.
Since she, as his daughter, has expressed her views like this, what else can I, an outsider, say?
I took a deep breath and spoke each word with a measured tone: