The surrounding diners began to murmur, their eyes darting to Jason and Ava.
"This guy’s really something, huh? Protecting his girlfriend like that," one of the onlookers said.
"Yeah, now that’s true love," the other one agreed.
Their whispers stung, and I felt my emotions spiraling out of control. I suddenly remembered how Jason used to do the same for me—always leaving the best for me, always making sure I was protected.
But now, he was shielding Ava.
Ava finally lifted her head from Jason’s chest, a concerned look on her face. "Jason, are you okay? Where did you get burned? Let me see!"
That was it. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. My stomach turned, and I just needed to get out of there, away from this hellish scene.
I stood up abruptly, knocking my chair over with a loud crash. The diners around us stared, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to escape.
Only then did Jason finally notice my arm had been burned.
But instead of concern for me, he snapped, his attention shifting to the waiter and the child.
"Hey! What’s wrong with you?!" he yelled, his voice filled with fury. "Watch where you're going!"
I couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t even worried about me.
Emma's POV