With that thought in mind, I rushed out the door.
After navigating through a few frustrating traffic lights, Caesar’s voice thundered in my ear once again. “Zelia, if you’re not here soon, you’re dead! Don’t even think about pulling any stunts!”
I took a breath and replied patiently, “I’m on my way. The red lights have been relentless. I’ll be there soon.”
His frustration bubbled over as he snapped, “That’s no excuse! You’re just trying to make Gaia suffer, aren’t you?”
Just then, Gaia’s delicate voice broke through, tinged with distress. “Mr. Wallace, it really hurts. If I die from the pain, would you forget about me?”
Immediately, Caesar’s tone shifted to one of concern. “Of course not, Gaia. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.”
I felt a wave of disgust wash over me as memories flooded back—like the time I had stained the sheets during my period.
Caesar had wrinkled his nose in horror, barking at me to clean it up and sleep on the couch. “So disgusting! On days like this, don’t even think about coming into the room!”
He had no clue about sanitary pads or pain relief; his indifference was obvious.