When Regret Comes Knocking, It's Too Late

In the evening, I went out to get water with a kettle. In the corridor, I saw Brady.

"Your mom's condition was so serious last night that she had surgery. Why didn't you tell me?"

As soon as he saw me, he yelled at me reproachfully instead of reflecting on himself.

"If I tell you, do you care?"

"You only care about your ex-girlfriend!"

I smashed the kettle hard on the ground.

I had never been so angry before and argued with him in the hospital corridor.

No matter what happened before, I would always obey him and feel grateful to him.

Even if it was his fault, I would still apologize to him after throwing a tantrum.

But this time, I couldn't control my emotions.

Many people came out to watch Brady and me fight.

I was not afraid of being laughed at by them, so I didn't give in to Brady.

"If you had told me that your mom needed surgery, I would definitely have come back!"

After Brady said this, he left angrily.

I didn't stop him.

I didn't even have the thought of catching up and persuading him.