Chapter 4
I abruptly halted, uncertain of what he intended to say. A heavy silence hung behind me, followed by an eruption of deafening laughter. The voice, however, clung to me like a ghostly whisper around my neck.
"It’s because I told her your only sister died by suicide due to bipolar disorder. The moment Donna says she has bipolar, you become a fool and obey her every word. And guess what, hahaha, you really worked yourself to the bone for her!"
A surge of heat flooded my mind, my blood boiling and rushing to my head. By the time I regained my senses, I was already striding towards Jessica, repeatedly swinging my fist at his face.
If I could forgive this, I might as well become a saint. My chest heaved as I grasped Jessica’s collar:
"Playing poor, huh? Pretending to be sick, huh? Enjoy mocking other people's wounds, huh? No wonder your parents cheated, no wonder your dad doesn’t care and your mom doesn’t love you, you scumbag. Today, I’m going to beat you until your own mother can’t recognize you!"
During the year I spent with Donna, whether our feelings were genuine or not, we shared our pasts. So, I knew their social circle was emotionally detached, with parents mostly preoccupied with their own lives, leading to psychological issues in these young people. I understood their pain and knew where to hit where it hurt the most.
Before they could react, I slapped Jessica several times. The moment Jessica mentioned my sister Rachel with a smirk, the rational thread in my mind snapped. She was the last piece of purity in my heart, and I wouldn’t allow anyone to tarnish it.
Seeing Jessica about to fight back, Donna ran over, crying, and pulled me away. He gasped for air, spitting out blood.
"You’re a lunatic car washer daring to hit me! You’re really insane! Donna, call Rose and have her bring people over to handle this..."
Jessica’s expression was vicious, but Donna clung to his arm, pleading, "No... Blame me, I’m the one who owes him too much."
She fumbled to pick up her bag and searched through it. After a while, she found a card and handed it to me with her head down.
"The password is the day we got together. I put some money in there—it’s a small compensation for you."
I clenched my fists, my words as sharp as knives: "Hope you two lock yourselves away." With that, I took the card from her hand and walked away.