But they didn't want to and said that if I waited any longer, I would become an old woman, and no one would want me. They even threatened me with their lives, saying that if I didn't agree, they'd kill themselves.
Under pressure, I had no choice but to agree.
Later, I found out that they were after Randall's family's money.
So, they couldn't wait to sell me to support their son.
If I had known earlier, I should have insisted on my own opinion.
I didn't feel the pain I had expected it. Instead, I heard Randall's screams.
I opened my eyes and saw that his body was covered in soup, and his white T-shirt was soaked already.
He trembled and cried out in pain, and the waiters, the waitresses, and the surrounding diners were somewhat at a loss for this sudden turn of events.
Someone shouted, "Call an ambulance! What are you waiting for?"
Half an hour later, I followed the ambulance to the hospital with Randall.
His parents had already learned what had happened and were waiting at the door of the emergency room.
Randall's mother, Mabel Bell, came forward and slapped me. "You wicked woman! How could you pour hot soup on Randall?"