When the customers heard this, their eyes grew increasingly disgusted. They said they never truly knew me, that I only pretended to be a good man but was actually a jerk.
Even so, I stayed cold and kept urging Cynthia to leave.
To my surprise, Jackson suddenly plopped down and knelt before me. "Neil. Please don't blame Cynthia. I was the one who lost my temper and hit you yesterday. If you want to hit me or punish me today, take it out on me!"
Everyone started giving Jackson thumbs-up. They thought he was kind and responsible, while they saw me as irresponsible and overly petty.
Cynthia clenched her fists, clearly hoping I would end it now and stop making a scene.
I quickly turned away with a disgusted expression, grabbed a bucket of water and dumped it all over Jackson.
All of them were shocked.
Cynthia's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief as she shouted, "Neil! Are you crazy? Jackson already knelt before you and you still treat him like this?"
"He deserves it," I said coldly, with no regret on my face.
Cynthia trembled with rage, stumbled back several steps and nearly fell to the floor.
Jackson wiped his face and was about to say something when his phone rang.