Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 157

No one expected that Emma's return would lead to a real fight between Mr. and Mrs. Hayes.

After decades of silence, Mr. Hayes's outburst completely stunned the furious Mrs. Hayes.

Mrs. Hayes stood frozen, looking at the man she had been married to for nearly thirty years as tears streamed down her face.

Eric, who was usually joking around, didn't dare to speak. He had never seen a scene like this at home. It was always his mom yelling at the rest of the family; he never imagined his dad would fight back.

"Emma has been married to him for years! What good does throwing a tantrum now do? Scold him a bit and be done with it. Do you really have to kick him out and let all the neighbors come watch our family drama? Would that make you happy?!" Robert continued to shout at his wife, his eyes red with anger.

Mrs. Hayes stood there, a sharp pain in her chest. She gasped for air, staring daggers at her husband before turning to glare fiercely at Evan.

"Dad…"

Emma went to her father's side, helped support him, and patted his back, her voice choked with tears. "Don't be angry. Please don't say any more to Mom."

Seeing this, Eric quickly ran over to his mother's side. He wanted to comfort her but didn't dare, so he just looked at her timidly and whispered, "Mom, Dad has a point. If you kick my brother-in-law out… Mrs. Collins and Mrs. Cooper from next door will definitely come over to gossip…"

Mrs. Hayes wiped away her tears and said nothing.

The atmosphere in the room grew heavy and silent.

After what felt like an eternity, Evan, who had been standing before Mr. and Mrs. Hayes, did something no one expected. His knees buckled, and he dropped straight to the ground.

He placed his hands on the floor, and without a word, he bowed his head and pressed his forehead to the ground three times.

"Mrs. Hayes, I know you're still angry with me, but I still want to talk to you seriously, if you're willing to give me that chance."

With that, Evan placed his hands on the floor again and pressed his forehead heavily against the ground several more times in Mrs. Hayes's direction.

In the quiet living room, the sickening thud of his head hitting the solid concrete floor echoed again and again.

Evan showed no signs of stopping. It was as if he would continue until Mrs. Hayes agreed to talk to him.

A dark, damp patch slowly formed on the dry concrete, whether from blood or something else. Robert couldn't bear to watch any longer and turned away. Eric's mouth fell open, and he almost reached out to stop him several times but couldn't muster the courage.

Instead, he turned to look at his sister beside him. It was only then that he realized she was watching her husband with a completely placid expression. There wasn't a trace of pity or affection in her eyes, only the kind of indifference one might show a stranger.