My fingers were now stained with warm, sticky blood.
Cindy's face paled instantly and she hurriedly explained, "Honey, it was an emergency and I didn't think too much. I'll take you to the hospital right now."
"Besides, Joshua is my adopted brother. He was just trying to help me out, so he acted aggressively. Don't take it to heart." As she finished speaking, she tried to grab my hand.
"Get out!" I spat out coldly.
Cindy froze in place, her beautiful eyes reddening once more.
"I'm so sorry, Cindy, this is all my fault. I tried to help, but I only made things worse."
Joshua then looked at me. "Noah, it was all my mistake. Please don't be angry with Cindy. If you need to hit me or yell at me, just aim it all at me."
His selfless attitude and concern for the greater good made my in-laws admire him.
It also distressed Cindy, who quickly spoke to her in comfort, "You were helping me. How can I blame you?"
I, however, still refused to back down. Instead, I retorted, "Hit you? I'd rather not dirty my hands! Yell at you? I'd rather not waste my spit!"
My father-in-law's face immediately darkened and the fingers gripping his wine glass turned a pale blue. He was clearly suppressing his anger.