Chapter 112: Is That Too Much Pain For You?
Telling himself not to be confused by the appearance, Jordan stared at her coldly while moving as far from her as possible, watching her sipping her tea from a small white porcelain cup.
"You married her, and then you divorced her." The woman raised her eyes, "You have hated and tortured her, do you think it'll all end up good for you?"
"Ma'am," Stunned by her straightforwardness, Jordan cursed in his heart that she'd attack him first. He forged a smile and retorted, "Isn't that your credit?"
The older lady answered, "You have done all these to Cathryn just to avenge me. Why bother that with my daughter?"
"Why?" Jordan smiled. "Is that too much pain for you? Isn't that a good choice, ma'am, rather than just doing something on you so you can be sad for a couple of days? Instead, I ruined your daughter, and you can remember this for the rest of your life."
"You are pitiful," Victoria smirked. "You have enough reason to retaliate against someone, but you found the wrong person."
A fire rose in his heart. He looked at the woman's indifferent face, and he couldn't resist the anger. She had done that to his mother, making his whole life miserable. But now, she was sitting across from him, teaching him how to do his deed.
Jordan would have punched her in the face if she was not a woman.
He had to leave this nonsense before he lost his mind, so he stood up instantly and turned to the door.
"Do you want to hear my version of what happened fifteen years ago? And I hope after hearing it, you'll stop making my daughter's life miserable. She is innocent and too naive to believe you loved her."
Jordan was stunned and halted his pace.
Victoria started her story without waiting for his response.
"Five fifteen years ago, I was sent to study in a school in another city. I got a call from my school office that my father was stabbed by a knife 13 times and was sent to the emergency room. There was no one there but my 10-year -old daughter."
"It was the first time that I went to that school. I rushed out but couldn't find a taxi. It was the noon shift time, and no car would come soon. Someone told me there was a bus that could go straight there, so I got on the bus."
"I guess that conductor was your mother? I had no small bill but to give her a hundred-dollar bill. I sat on the seat so restlessly, thinking about my father and my daughter. Your mother asked me to give my seat to an older man, but I refused because I was too afraid, my legs shaking so hard that I couldn't stand up. She wasn't in a good mood either, we had a few words, and she went on with the tickets."
"Later, I asked how soon the hospital was. Your mother told me very soon. However, when I asked again after two more stops, she told me that the hospital had passed. I asked the driver to stop. I was so angry and dizzy and holding on to the handrail to get off. But she took me in the arm and said that the bill I gave her was fake."
"My money was not fake." She raised her tone, "There had been so many passengers after me, and I wasn't the only one giving her a hundred bill. She did that because I had quarreled with her, and I was the only one she could remember."
"I don't have too much time with her. My father has lost too much blood, and I have the same blood type as his. I had to hurry to the hospital. I pushed her down and saw her badge number and ran off the bus."
"But it was already late. When I ran to the hospital out of breath, my father was already gone. My daughter was crying her heart out, and my husband was holding her and looking at me helplessly."
"So what?" Jordan turned and pulled a chair to sit down. "Are you saying it was her that killed your father?"
Before she could answer, the young man slammed on the table and yelled with red eyes.
"You want to see who's got worse? Fine, I'll tell you about what happened to my family after you made that complaint call! My mom was in a bad mood because my father had just jumped off our apartment a few days ago. She was alone and had a son to feed. Her salary was small, but then she got dismissed. I was 12 and just went to junior high school. She tried to suicide with me, but I was rescued! Without my parents, I could only go to my uncle's. I was a 12-year-old boy, bullied by my cousin, beaten by my uncle, and my aunt tried to molest me... Well, she was found out in the end, but my damn uncle sold me into the mountains! When the police found me, I had been working in that mine day and night for 2 years. I told the police that my uncle had sold me, but he paid off the police and settled it as a family dispute. I ran away myself, in the end, I have suffered everything and became what I am now. Tell me, shouldn't I hate you for all of this?"
"You shouldn't," said Victoria quickly.
"Your mother didn't tell me about the exact bus stop, that was a breach of duty. Because of her breach, I didn't make it to the hospital to give my father a blood transfusion..."
"Are you kidding me?" He broke coldly.
"Your father has lost blood, and the hospital blood bank was set up for nothing?"
"He had, unfortunately, a Cisco blood type, which is one of the rarest. The hospital blood bank had nothing for him."
"He had to depend on your blood? Cathryn was there, according to you. Why didn't they use her blood? Wasn't that her grandfather?"
He was aggressive and out of mind. His eyes were red as he stared at Victoria as if he wanted to peel her to the bones.