Watching the three of them put on this act, I mustered all my strength, desperately trying to shout “Get out!”
But just at that moment, I felt a sudden wetness beneath me.
A sickening stench instantly filled the entire hospital room.
It was then that I remembered—the doctor had already cruelly declared that I would have to wear a colostomy bag for the rest of my life.
The three of them instinctively covered their noses, their brows furrowing.
"Honey, if you needed to use the restroom, why didn’t you tell me?"
Her concerned tone carried a hint of reproach, but I didn’t miss the barely perceptible disgust in her eyes.
Anger, humiliation and frustration raged inside me, but I had nowhere to release them.
When the caregiver came to clean me up, Matthew showed no intention of stepping out. Instead, he casually sat nearby, scrolling through his phone as if nothing was happening.
Then, in an offhand manner, he said, “Davis, I heard from the doctor that a large part of your rectum was removed. That must be tough, huh? But what’s even worse is losing your manhood. Don’t let it get to you, though. At least you already have a son.”
At this moment, Matthew must have been feeling quite triumphant.