Seeing the glass embedded in my body, she looked startled.
“Xavier, don’t punish me with your body. The matter isn’t resolved and honestly… I don’t care.”
It didn’t matter.
Whether she cared or not had nothing to do with me anymore. What mattered was finding my father.
“Xavier, I really didn’t mean to kill your mother. I ran because I was scared. Please… forgive me.” “I’ll kneel. I’ll apologize.”
He dropped to his knees, at least, he pretended to.
But I remembered that night. I had gone to confront him and found him laughing with his friends.
He was smoking, bragging, calling my mother “an old hag.”
The car that had hit her and her blood still on it—was a gift from Selene. They joked about how she died. Laughed at her pain.
And I had once believed he was just a coward.
Slap!
“If you really feel guilty, don’t kneel before me. Go turn yourself in!”
He held his face where I slapped him and started crying pitifully, like I was the one bullying him.
Selene’s expression darkened. She raised her hand and hit me back.
Slap!
“You already injured him with the vase! Why do you have to go so far?”
“He apologized! Why are you being so ruthless?”