Della deliberately poked the wound on my face with her finger and said, "You should have listened to my advice."
I knew I was in the wrong, so I didn't say anything.
Just as we walked out of the police department, we happened to run into Christa and Joseph at the entrance.
Joseph was much more seriously injured than me, at least at first glance.
He was leaning on Christa's shoulder and when he saw me, he showed a victorious smile.
Christa was looking at Joseph with a heartbroken expression.
I couldn't help but get angry when I saw the scumbag and bitch.
I clenched my fists, realizing it was not the right time to confront them at the police department entrance. I was about to walk past them.
"Dylan, are you out of your mind? Joseph has always been in bad health. Come at me if you have a problem with him."
Christa looked at Joseph with distress, then turned her head and stared at me fiercely.
"Apologize to Joseph quickly. Otherwise, we will be done for."
I didn't bother to deal with her, a clown to me, ready to leave with Della.