My Wife Defended Her Assistant In Court

The two-faced Isaiah came over to try to help me stand. When Florence was not looking, he whispered in my ear, “I hit your mother on purpose. She deserved it.”

Rage welled up in me as my vision blurred. I inhaled deeply and rushed up to punch Isaiah.

Isaiah cried out piteously and fell to the ground, sobbing.

“Isaiah!” Florence shoved me away in her anger. “Why did you hit Isaiah, Tyson? Have I been too nice to you?”

I had just been injured and thus fell to the ground at the shove. My head hit the hard ground, and I felt the world spin.

The coat and my tattered clothes fell away.

Meanwhile, Florence worriedly caressed Isaiah’s eye, which was darkening from my punch. She kissed the area and cooed, “It’ll be fine with a kiss, Isaiah.”

Isaiah wrenched out of Florence’s hold and ran over to a wall. He wore an aggrieved expression.

“Since Tyson hates me so much and doesn’t like that I’m in your way, I might as well die!”

Florence was shocked by this and quickly said, “Oh, Isaiah, Tyson’s nothing compared to you. Come back!”

Isaiah was unyielding. “Well, do you love Tyson or me more?”

Florence hesitated for a second before answering as I expected. “Of course, I love you more, Isaiah.”

As she was terrified of making Isaiah angry, Florence turned toward me and demanded, “Apologize to Isaiah now, Tyson!”

My ears rang, and I could not tell if my heart or my injuries hurt more.

Even as I kept feeling worse, I said to Florence, “Flo, take me to the hospital.”

Florence’s eyebrows shot up. “You hurt Isaiah, but you dare to ask me to take you to the hospital?”

“Forget it, Flo. I’ll stop being mad at Tyson for your sake, but I want you to come with me on a vacation!”

Florence looked at Isaiah as if he hung the moon. “You’re too kind, Isaiah. Alright. Let’s go on a vacation.”

I could barely gather the strength to speak as blood kept filling my mouth. My consciousness was fading.

However, Florence held onto Isaiah as they both left. They did not even turn back to look at me.

In the end, a kind passerby helped me call an ambulance.

When the doctor saw my injuries, his expression turned grave. “Goodness, the patient is in bad condition. He’s hurt in many places and needs surgery, stat! Where’s his next of kin? We need his next of kin to sign for consent!”

The passerby held up my phone and called one of the speed dial numbers.

“Hello, are you Mr. Schultz’s wife? Your husband is in terrible condition, and the hospital needs you to sign for surgical consent. You need to get over here quickly!”

Florence was annoyed by this. “How can you be so shameless, Tyson? Are you trying to pull one over on me by pretending to be hurt? I’m on vacation with Isaiah right now. I don’t have the time for your little tricks!”

After that, she hung up.

Lost in a daze, I could vaguely hear a commotion break out. An anxious voice said, “I’ll sign. I’m his fiancee! I’ll take responsibility for everything. Please do your best and use the best equipment to make sure my fiance recovers!”