Jessica was so upset she started crying. She sobbed as she helped Damien, who was lying on the ground, get up.
“I... I don't know if it was real either.”
Damien covered his face, which had a handprint on it. He then scolded me, “Eugenia, don't curse people. We're all responsible for this!”
I let out a soft laugh and replied, “I didn't curse anyone. The facts are right in front of us.”
Lorenzo saw that I was being sarcastic and pointed at me. He said angrily, “Your husband is about to be seduced by that vixen Jessica. And you're still acting like it doesn't matter to you.”
When life and death were on the line, the bad nature of human nature was exposed. There was no room for previous friendships anymore.
On the other side, Damien was beaten so badly by his friends that he couldn't stand up straight. Meanwhile, Jessica's carefully combed hair was also messed up.
Seeing Jessica's eyes turn into red eyes, my husband was completely enraged. He pulled out an electric baton from his pocket and threatened, “If you touch Jessica again, I won't hold back.”
He was the leader of our neighborhood. It made him often carry an electric baton during safety patrols.