But when he looked at the woman, his eyes burned with fury. Glaring at her, he grabbed her collar and roared, "You said you had just a leg surgery? Show me the proof! I think you just don't want to give up your seat for a pregnant woman! You 're quite old ... is it because you've never been a mother, you're jealous of someone carrying a child in her belly, huh? I don't understand how you can be so heartless!"
Passengers nearby rushed to intervene.
“Auntie, you look like you've done hard labor all your life. Surely, you can stand for a while. The young lady is delicate and she's pregnant—just give her your seats!”
“Yeah, life's tough for everyone out here. Don't be so petty!”
Suddenly, I recalled seeing this woman stumble slightly when she was exiting the station in my past life. Then I realized that maybe she was telling the truth.
When I suddenly remembered the way the little girl next to me offered her seat to my mother when I took her to see the doctor at the hospital last year, my heart softened.
This time, I had not asked Larry to give up his seat, so surely I could give up my seat, right?