To the Love of My Life

“His parents really raised him in vain for so many years. To be able to speak of such a bet, he’s simply scum!”

“Someone who can curse even their own parents probably doesn’t have good character either!”

“If one can be so ruthless towards his own parents, there is probably no one in the world he can treat well. For such a person, I can only describe him with two words: scum!”

“Scum seems a bit light, more like an animal…”

Everyone chatted and weighed in, with the words they said showing no mercy.

Stupid, scum, insane, lowlife, animal… these sharp words pierced Maya Mitchell’s ears. She knew that her former classmates were cursing and discussing the protagonist of the news that Steve had shared. But she always felt that those words were meant for her.

There were so many people in the private room, all of them indignantly discussing Steve’s topic. Maya just tried hard to maintain a proper posture, silently sitting on the sofa, gripping the glass tightly, hoping in her heart that this topic would end soon.

Steve sat leisurely on the sofa, waiting for everyone to finish venting their anger. Then, he glanced lightly at Maya and shifted his gaze to Hillary next to her. He casually opened his mouth and said, “Hillary, you’re really excited, huh… ”

“Of course I am! If I had such scum around me, I would absolutely be the first one to slap them. People who curse even their parents are just a waste of air!”

Steve, facing the indignant words of Hillary, just lowered his eyelids, smiled lightly, and then looked up at Maya: “Ms. Mitchell, why haven’t you said anything?”

Maya’s biggest hope was to be an invisible person and get this matter turned over sooner. Now that Steve suddenly called her name, everyone’s attention was on her. The strength of Maya’s grip on her wine glass increased. It was bad enough for others to curse, but she really couldn’t curse at herself, as it would feel like she was slapping her own face. But now, she had no choice. After a pause, she couldn’t manage to use the scornful words like others did to vent her anger. So she just pulled her lips together and tried to make her expression somewhat disdainful: “I have nothing to say about such a person.”

“Indeed, there’s really nothing to say.” Steve appeared to agree with Maya and nodded. He then picked up the wine glass from the table and took a leisurely sip.

Only then did Maya let out a quiet sigh of relief, thinking that the matter was finally settled. The grip on her wine glass loosened slightly.

But before she could take a full breath, Steve put down the wine glass, leaned back casually on the sofa, and seemingly unintentionally opened his mouth again: “It turns out that Ms. Mitchell is unwilling to comment on such people. I thought that Ms. Mitchell’s just now silence was because she felt guilty.”