I walked out of the police station in a daze, remembering that all the savings I had earned from part-time jobs over the past two years were gone. I thought of my mom working alone at the dry cleaners, and I was filled with regret and shame, my vision blurring with tears.
As I reached the main road, I suddenly encountered a noisy crowd wailing loudly...
"Dad, please don't go!"
It was a funeral procession.
As the crowd got closer, their mournful cries tugged at my nerves. I found myself inexplicably drawn into the crowd, unable to hold back my tears as I gave vent to my emotions.
"This is so tragic! So tragic!
"Don't go! My money!
"That jerk! Scammer! Give me back my money!"
The more I cried, the more furious I got, repeatedly cursing Chris, the scoundrel.
Suddenly, a sharp slap echoed through the air, leaving one side of my face stinging.
"That bastard even had a mistress?"
I looked up in shock to see an elegant old woman standing before me.
How could she hit someone?
"Who the hell is..." Mistress...
Just as I was about to explode, I noticed a heap of cash scattered at my feet, and as if possessed, I clamped my mouth shut.
"Playing dumb, huh? Think it's not enough, huh?"