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Jonathan broke down mentally as he kicked Stanley, again and again, to vent all his
feelings of aggrievement and helplessness over the years.
Stanley never once made a move to resist. All he did was shield his head.
The words that Jonathan said earlier, “You should have died all those years ago,” had hit
him hard.
So not only do I hate them, but they hate me too. They wished that I had died back then
so that I wouldn't have hurt their daughter. Have I really made a mistake?
When Stanley saw Joyce covering her face and crying out of overwhelming guilt from the
gap at the crook of his arms, and when he saw the remorseful expression on Jonathan's
face, he began wondering for the first time in his life if he had been hating the wrong
people.
Stanley had been sure that he had never hated the wrong people and would never hate
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthe wrong people. After all, they were the ones who had revealed his parents' location,
which led to their deaths.
On the other hand, as Shane and Sean had said, without the Rivers family's assistance, his
parents would not have lived a little longer. The Quinn family would have been wiped out a
long time ago, and he would not have survived.
Shane said that the Riverses were normal people who did not realize that someone was
tailing them. That was why the Riverses ended up exposing his family's hideout.
However, that was something Stanley had dismissed. He was adamant that the Riverses
were at fault because they had revealed to the others where his family was at. That was
why Shane said that his grudge was ridiculous.
Mr. Rivers said that I'm an ungrateful person too. Am I really someone like that?
Stanley lowered his head and endured the ache he felt in silence.
Time went by, and he felt that he was at his limit, for even his vision was blurring.
He knew he was losing consciousness, but still, he did not ask Jonathan to stop.
He continued to let the older man hit him.
Maybe by letting him hit me I will be able to get an answer. Maybe I'll find out whether I
was wrong or not.
Stanley closed his eyes and lowered his arms, which he had been using to shield his head.
The moment Joyce saw that, she turned ashen and shouted, “Dad, stop!”
Her voice brought Jonathan back to his senses, and he stopped.
He turned to look at his daughter, who was quickly walking over to them, and pursed his
lips unhappily. “Joyce, you're not feeling bad for him, are you?”
As he spoke, he pointed at Stanley.
Joyce shook her head. “Of course not. If I felt bad for him, I would've stopped you the
second you started hitting him.”
Hearing that, Jonathan relaxed a little more.
However, Stanley's heart sank when he heard that.
Right. She should have stopped her father when he started hitting me. She loves me, and
she's under my hypnosis. She wouldn't have just watched me get beaten up from the side.
Yet, she never said anything to stop her father. She only spoke when she realized I'm
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about to pass out, and she didn't sound fazed when she was talking about me.
At that moment, he realized that she truly did not love him anymore. She had forgotten
about him, and even the hypnosis he did on her no longer worked.
It was a realization that Stanley found himself unable to accept.
He could not accept that Joyce did not love him anymore, and he could not accept that
she had thrown him out of her memories.
Why is she allowed to forget about me? She said she'd love me forever, so why doesn't
she love me anymore?
Stanley wanted to open his eyes, stand up, grab Joyce's shoulders, and ask her why.
Yet, he could not muster any strength at all, not even to open his eyes, let alone rise to his
feet. In the end, he passed out.
The sight of that made Joyce jumps in shock, and she quickly grabbed her father's hand.
“Dad, call the ambulance now!”
Jonathan looked at the unconscious Stanley icily and said, “Ambulance? What for? We'll
just leave him like this.”
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