As she turned around, I let out a cold laugh and said, "How could the media know so many details? They even found the hospital I’m at. This has caused such a big commotion and your involvement can’t be left out, can it?"
"Kelly, are you happy now that I've become like this?"
Kelly stiffened, frozen in place. "Honey, what are you saying?"
"I’m saying that everything I’ve gone through was all orchestrated by you and Matthew. You two really went to great lengths to transplant my things to him."
Our son reacted quickly, angrily accusing, "Dad, even if you’ve become a cripple, you can't wrong people like this."
Looking at the face that didn’t resemble mine, spitting out cruel words, I gritted my teeth and said, "You don’t need to call me dad. Go find your real father, Matthew!"
For a moment, the entire atmosphere became terrifyingly still.
Kelly's face turned slightly pale and her lips trembled. "You're speaking nonsense due to illness. How can you say such a thing in front of a young child? I'll pretend I didn't hear anything today. I'll go stop those reporters outside!"
With that, she turned and ran toward the door.