My mom-in-law, Anselma Webster, was acting like a shrew. She grabbed Lorenzo by the collar and shouted, “Why didn't you persuade them to leave together? My son, give me back my son!”
Lorenzo had a bad temper. I could see his face turn red with anger. But since the other party was an elderly woman, he had to hold back his anger.
“They refused to leave. What does that have to do with us? If it weren't for Damien, we wouldn't have been stuck upstairs for so long!”
As the argument grew more intense, my dad-in-law, Boniface Arrowsmith, caught a glimpse of me, who had just finished treating my wounds.
“My daughter, where is Damien?”
I stumbled as I was pulled. For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on me.
“He and Jessica are trapped under the building.”
I said calmly, “They must be dead by now.”
“What are you talking about?”
Anselma glared at me angrily and said, “We didn't look down on you for being an orphan. We raised you and even gave our son to you as a husband. Now my son is in danger, how could you run away first?”
“He insisted on going back with Jessica, Mom.”