That was the last straw.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I jumped out of bed, lunging at him, my hands reaching for his throat.
Who would have thought that Matthew suddenly pulled out a dagger and shoved it into my hand. Then, without hesitation, he slashed himself between the legs.
By the time Kelly and the doctors rushed in, the scene they walked into was me standing there, dazed, holding a bloodstained knife.
Matthew lay weakly on the floor, his lips trembling. "Davis… has gone mad. He wanted to make me just like him, neither man nor monster!"
Kelly didn’t hesitate. She kicked me to the ground before hurrying over to check on Matthew’s injury.
After carefully confirming it wasn’t life-threatening, she finally turned to me, her face filled with fury as I clutched my chest, coughing up blood.
"Davis, how could you be so vicious? Just because you suffered misfortune, you want to drag others down with you?"
I let out a cold laugh. "Wasn't that thing he just cut mine to begin with?"
Kelly's face turned red, then pale. "You’re insane! Completely deranged!"
She turned to the doctors and nurses. "Restrain him before he starts biting like a rabid dog!"