"Are you sick?" he asked worrily, "What's wrong? Why didn't you tell me?"
I hadn't even spoken yet. Gwen immediately pushed her son, so Gavin cried and grabbed Jean's hand.
"Dad, my stomach hurts," Gwen's son pulled hard on Jean, preventing him from coming over, "It hurts so much."
I saw a flicker of hesitation in Jean's eyes and finally he picked up Gavin and struggled to look at me.
"Juliet, there are priorities, you should understand."
Jean was about to leave.
I only felt ridiculous.
My best friend, holding the payment slip, saw this scene and, in a fit of anger, rushed up and started cursing, "You bastard, how dare you show your face here!"
"Okay," my best friend stepped forward and tried to grab Jean, "You have time to be with a bastard but no time to be with your wife, right?!"
My best friend grabbed Jean and shouted, "Don't go! Don't you know what happened to Juliet…"
"I'm not a bastard!"
Gavin struggled out of Jean's arms and was about to rush towards my best friend, who couldn't dodge in time, but I pulled her away forcefully.
I was hit in the lower abdomen by Gavin's hard head and pain spread throughout my body.