I turned away, pretending to sleep. I was no longer looking at my son's pitiful face.
That day, I went to pick him up from school.
If he hadn't insisted on taking a more secluded path, those people would never have had the chance to attack me.
I did everything I could to shield him and told him to call the police.
But it wasn't until the next day that a passerby found me barely clinging to life and rushed me to the hospital.
I didn’t know how much time had passed when my hospital room door was violently flung open and a swarm of reporters barged in.
Kelly opened her mouth slightly, weakly positioning herself in front of me. "I'm sorry, I didn’t expect..."
I let out a mocking laugh and said, "You brought these reporters here on purpose, didn’t you?"
The reporters didn’t care about anything else. They only cared about the explosive news in front of them.
“Mr. Jones, is it true that you were assaulted?”
My son stood protectively in front of me, anxiously trying to explain, “You’re not allowed to say that about my dad! He got hurt that day while protecting me. Even if he lost his vital part, I’ll take care of him for the rest of his life!”