"Jeffrey, it's all my fault. If I hadn't been so clumsy and cut myself, you wouldn't have to deal with this."
Louise looked at Jeffrey with such pitiful eyes that he almost felt sorry for her.
"You're too kind-hearted. I don't know what you'd do without me," Jeffrey replied.
"Aren't you always going to be with me?" Louise asked.
"Yes, I'll always be with you," he said.
And then they embraced each other like characters in a soap opera, unwilling to part.
Watching this scene, I gripped Emily's death certificate tightly, feeling a sense of injustice for both myself and my deceased daughter.
At that moment, Jeffrey looked up and our eyes met.
"Why are you here? Are you following me?"
His expression was full of displeasure.
Louise stood up from Jeffrey's embrace.
"Rose, don't blame Jeffrey. It's all my fault. I got hurt and he was just worried, so he brought me to the hospital."
Louise always wore that pitiful expression, which made me furious.
"Shut up! You're a thirty-year-old woman. Don't act like a child. Do you want to be Jeffrey's mistress?"
As I yelled at her, Louise immediately hid behind Jeffrey. He glared at me, furious.