Chapter 4

"Mom, I'm home." I entered with a smile on my lips.

As soon as I put down my backpack, I saw Jimenez's mother standing behind me like a floating ghost.

She seemed to have been waiting at my house for a long time.

With a dark expression, she saw me enter and—slap—struck me across the face.

I had no time to react.

I took her slap, and half my face instantly burned with pain, swelling red.

My mom stepped in front of me, shouting angrily: "Are you crazy? What are you doing?"

Jimenez's mother was pulled disheveled by my mom, looking even more like a soul-stealing ghost, saying ominously:

"Why didn't Morris go when Jimenez asked to meet her?"

"Then Jimenez had an accident."

My mom froze for a second.

"Are you kidding me? Are you sick?

Jimenez was the one who asked Morris to meet. What's wrong with Morris not wanting to go? His accident was just that—an accident. Should Morris have taken his place? Do you have no shame? Should Morris have to experience all this?"

"Honey, where the hell are you? Get out here! Someone's bullying your wife and child, and you're not coming to help!"

My mom roared while protecting me tightly.

My dad rushed out of the kitchen. As a grown man, he couldn't hit her, so he used a broom to push Jimenez's mother out.

"Get out!"

At the moment the door closed, I saw Jimenez lying on the ground, frowning.

He wasn't lying in the hospital at this time but came to my house—nothing good could come of this.

Jimenez supported his upper body with both arms, barely propping himself up. His legs were wrapped in thick blankets, with blood stains faintly visible.

His legs had almost no strength. He had crawled to my doorstep using only his hands, dust covering his entire body.

Unable to hold on any longer, he collapsed heavily by the door.

"Mom." He frowned helplessly and called out.

Jimenez's mother seemed frozen in place. She slowly turned around, shocked, and rushed to support him.

"Jimenez, why aren't you in bed? Why did you come out?"

My mom and Jimenez's mother were best friends since childhood. My dad and Jimenez's dad grew up together as close friends.

Jimenez and I were childhood friends.

Since childhood, our two families had been extremely close.

So seeing Jimenez's terrible condition, my parents couldn't bear to drive them away. They quickly set up a folding bed for him to lie down.

The two of them stood in front of me in perfect sync, like two impregnable mountains.

"Jimenez, take your mom home quickly. During recovery, you need to avoid excessive movement."

"Rest well. You'll recover in time."

Jimenez first looked deeply at me, his eyes surging with indescribable pain and deep love.

My parents instantly became alert.

Then he lowered his head politely: "Okay."

"I'll go back and talk to my mom. This has nothing to do with Morris. I was just... too unlucky."

"Mom, let's go home."

Jimenez's mother held back tears, grief-stricken: "How can I accept this?"

My parents were still kindly advising:

"People have to look forward. There's no obstacle that can't be overcome. At worst, you can move..."

Before they finished speaking, Jimenez silently pulled out a love letter from his bag, looking at me affectionately.

"Morris, I know you've been reborn too."

"I don't blame you."

"Even if it's tit for tat, I've experienced what you went through in your past life. I know you like me."

"Marry me. We'll live a good life together from now on."

Jimenez's mother chimed in viciously:

"If Morris doesn't marry Jimenez, I'll spread the word everywhere that Morris couldn't have him and deliberately hired people to violate Jimenez. This love letter is the evidence!"

"Don't think you can get out of this!"