It was Randall who poured himself. What on earth happened?
Randall's parents couldn't say anything after they saw the video.
They felt that it was so strange and suspicious. After thinking about it, they concluded that Randall was possessed.
After Randall's rescue was over, they left the hospital and said they wanted to find some expert to take a look at him.
I sat next to the bed and watched the video repeatedly, feeling so good.
Served him right!
Suddenly, a harsh metallic sound rang out.
"The Anti-Domestic Violence System is at your service."
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I was a little stunned. The Anti-Domestic Violence System?
It sounded pretty good.
Could it be that fate finally took pity on me for being beaten so badly?
The metallic sound continued, "The Anti-Domestic Violence System is designed for women. All women who meet the criteria will be automatically bound and can use it for life."
I looked at Randall, who was in a miserable state. The doctor told us that his body had extensive burns and peeling.
I had a lingering fear when I saw the gauze wrapped all over his body.
If it weren't for the System, the person lying in bed screaming would have been me.
But would the System really work?
The door of the ward was pushed open, and my dad, Hale Lowe, and my mom, Salena Griffith, came in with nutritional supplements.
Seeing Randall's appearance, they felt a little sorry for him.
They also watched the videos online, and just like Mabel and Lionel, they thought that Randall was possessed.
After feeling sorry for Randall, they started to criticize me.
"Sybil, how could you be so careless? See how bad Randall is hurt?"
I sneered, "Mom, Dad, shouldn't you be grateful? Randall was going to pour the soup on me."
My mom impatiently said, "Do you have any evidence that he wanted to pour it on you? Besides, you're standing here fine now, aren't you?"
So, in other words, the fact that I was standing here fine now could erase the harm Randall had done to me.
If I hadn't seen my birth certificate at home, I would really doubt if Randall was their biological child.
Perhaps it was just like the plot in the TV drama. Perhaps I was switched at birth.
When Randall came to meet my parents for the first time, he poured the whole plate of pasta on my mom's head just because of a little displeasure.
Although they had a vague picture of what kind of man he was, they still threatened me with their lives, forcing me to marry him.