“Even if I can’t have Freya as my wife, I can protect her and be her strongest backing. I won’t let her be… bullied by just anybody.”
Ryan took his car keys out. He unlocked his car and opened the car door.
He turned around and glanced at Rodney. “What about you? Freya was your wife and your child’s mother, but how did you protect her? You feel guilty toward Sarah, but do you even have a trace of guilt toward Freya? Even if Freya had really hurt Sarah, think about it. What if your wife frequently stayed out for the whole night and was always with her ex-boyfriend? She would say that it doesn’t count as a betrayal, but she had gotten pregnant with her ex-boyfriend’s baby. Would you feel like killing her ex-boyfriend?
“If you were really able to handle everything well, you wouldn’t have driven your wife to become a woman filled with hatred. You say that she’s evil and selfish, but it’s all because you tortured her that she became like that. Therefore, don’t always blame other people. Even if Freya becomes a demon, you’re the person to be blamed.” After Ryan spoke, he got in the car and left.
The car traveled a distance away. Ryan could still see that Rodney was standing at the same spot like a statue from the rear-view mirror.
He sighed.
There was no need to tell Rodney all that. However, it might be because Ryan felt it was unfair to Freya. He also sighed at Rodney’s selfishness.
20 minutes later.
The car stopped at Militaire Hospital.
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