Stung by the accusation, Joel flew into a rage.
He growled, “Enough! I’ve tolerated you this long for Aurora’s sake, but don’t push your luck! I’ve been doing rescue work for
years and have seen countless people with broken legs! Aurora only injured her lower legs and was treated in time. How could she
possibly be dead?”
Tears streamed down Eileen’s face as she grabbed the cup from the bedside table and splashed Joel with water.
“Xander, just whose husband are you? Do you think you’re noble and devoted? You traded Aurora’s legs for Priscilla’s life–but
what about Aurora? Why did she have to die?”
Joel’s face turned pale, then flushed red, his expression shifting back and forth.
After a long silence, he responded, “I–I’ll make sure Aurora gets the best rehabilitation and the most advanced prosthetics so she
can live like a normal person…
“Someone had to be saved first. I didn’t have a choice…”
Eileen furiously wiped her tears away, then pulled a knife from her bag and charged forward.
“Money can buy prosthetics, right? I’ll cut off Priscilla’s legs right now–I’ve got plenty of money too!”
Priscilla was so terrified that she shrieked and cowered behind Joel.
He immediately shielded her, snatching the knife from Eileen’s grip. His face twisted in anger as he bellowed, “What the hell is wrong with you? If you’re sick, get treated!
“Aurora was just sending hateful texts to Priscilla today, so how could she be dead?”
Confused, I followed Eileen’s gaze to the phone in Joel’s hand.
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