In all the years we had been together, Sherry had never asked me if I was tired or in pain. Even when I had a high fever of almost forty degrees, she was indifferent. Back then, she said, "It's just an illness, nothing serious."
She wasn't incapable of tenderness or caring for others, she just reserved all her kindness and concern for Colin.
I thought of Tania's pitiful eyes, always longing for her mother's love and the fury in my chest refused to be suppressed. I finally roared, "Get out! You pair of scum, get out of my house!"
Colin, regaining his composure, stepped forward and tried to pat my shoulder, but I glared at him and he withdrew his hand, awkwardly folding them in front of him.
He said, "Mr. Andersen, calm down. This is all a misunderstanding! I just came back from overseas and wasn't used to life here yet, so I asked Sherry for some help."
"We're just friends. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to say such things about Sherry?" He tilted his head slightly, his expression innocent and resentful, as if I were the one insulting them.
I replied coldly, "Get out! Say one more word and I'll call the police for trespassing!"