While Watching Drama, the Heroine Warned Me About My Best Friend Chapter 06

While Watching Drama, the Heroine Warned Me About My Best Friend Chapter 06

Frank pulled his mother down to sit and patted her on the back. “Mom, my wife just lost the baby. Please, say a little less, okay?”

Celia looked at Frank with tear-filled eyes, her voice weak and aggrieved. “On the train, I twisted

my ankle, and Vera absolutely refused to switch bunks with me. Then later, while I wasn’t paying

attention, she pushed me, and that’s how I fell and lost the baby.”

Erving immediately chimed in, pointing at me with righteous indignation. “She knew Celia’s leg was bothering her, but she wouldn’t switch just for her own comfort.”

Frank’s clenched fists hardened again. He turned to glare at me, his teeth grinding audibly. “If I’d known what kind of person you were, I would’ve told my wife to stay far away from you!”

The old woman slapped Frank on the back of the head again. He stumbled forward a step and looked back at his mother, aggrieved. “Mom! Why do you keep hitting me?”

She planted her hands on her hips and swept a cold gaze over Celia. “Are you a dog? You bite whoever they point you at?”

Frank’s face flushed. “What they’re saying is the truth.”

The old woman spat and pulled her train ticket out of her pocket, slapping it on the table. “She gave her lower bunk to me-a complete stranger-and climbed up to the top bunk herself!”

She turned to Celia on the hospital bed, her eyes mocking. “You’re pregnant. You had a perfectly good lower bunk. Why would you want to switch to the top bunk? Were you that eager to lose the baby?”

Celia’s face went stiff. Her lips quivered, but no words came out.

Frank felt a pang of sympathy for her and was about to speak, but the old woman shot him a glare. “You shut your mouth!”

Frank swallowed his words and shrank back.

Erving saw the tide turning and quickly tried to smooth things over. “Even if it wasn’t about the bunks, Vera still pushed her.”

The old woman suddenly laughed. “When she fell, Vera was still sitting on the top bunk above me. What, does she have superpowers-can she push people from a distance?”

Erving’s face paled, and he hurriedly changed his tune. “You’re old—maybe you just didn’t see it right.”

The old woman’s smile froze on her face. After a few seconds of silence, she plopped down on the

floor, slapped her thighs, and burst into loud, wailing sobs.

“Oh, heavens above! I raised a son who marries a vixen, and now I’m being told to my face that I’m old and blind! What sin have I committed to suffer this at my age?”

She cried with such force that tears and snot ran down her face. Frank was terrified and crouched down to help her up. “Mom! Get up-the floor is cold!”

She shoved him away and cried even louder. “I won’t get up! Let everyone see how useless this old woman is! They say I’m too old and blind to even have the right to speak!”

She pounded her chest, voice cracking with sobs. “And you, you unfilial son! You marry a wife and forget your mother, let her curse me to my face, and you didn’t even dare to say a word!”

Frank’s face turned purple with embarrassment. He turned and glared at Erving. “Apologize to my mother. Right now.”