My cousin stood up and pretended to be a good person at that moment. “Forget it, forget it. My cousin is still pregnant. If something happens to her out of anger, it will be terrible.”
One of their friends chimed in, “Garcia, you are just too kind, that's why you are always bullied outside.”
Javier looked at Garcia with a doting look on his face, then glanced at me with disgust and said, “I get angry just by looking at you! Forget it, let's go out and have a party.”
He walked away with a few others in a swagger, not caring at all about the bleeding arm I had.
Finally, I went to the nearest clinic to bandage my wound myself. Fortunately, the wound was not deep and did not require stitches.
However, when the doctor saw that I was pregnant, he could not help but ask, “Where is your husband? Doesn't he take care of you? If you injure your arm today and it accidentally hits your belly someday, the consequences could be serious.”
“He... is dead,” I said indifferently.
With Javier's character, he was useless except for sucking my money. Was it not the same as being dead?
“Oh, I am sorry.” The doctor was stunned for a moment, then his eyes gradually became sympathetic as he looked at me.