Chapter 8 Even when those photos and videos were revealed, she'd still been gritting her teeth defiantly. But when her mother stood before her with tears in her eyes, pointing at her speechlessly, she finally panicked and tried to pull her oversized T-shirt down to cover her thighs. "How could you do such things, Sage? How can I face your father after this?" "Chief Martinez has been so good to me, giving me raises and time off. How can I face him now? Don't ever call me your mother again!" Sage covered her swollen face and immediately knelt before her mother: "Mom, I was wrong. Don't say that-how can I not be your daughter?" "I just wanted to lighten the family's financial burden." Sage's mother knelt with her in front of me, kowtowing and apologizing. I didn't help her up, just hid behind my father: "I should thank you for letting me see a piece of trash for what he really is." Bad people shouldn't be forgiven just because they apologize. So I won't forgive them. When Sage was being led away by police, she looked at Kai expressionlessly: "The kid might really not be yours after all." "You bitch!" This was the first time Kai cursed Sage with genuine emotion from his heart. But Sage just smiled: "Bye bye, Kai." Now it was Kai's turn to grab my pant leg and beg for reconciliation. 'Raven, she deceived me. I thought the child was mine, but I really only love you." He kept wringing his hands, tears falling drop by drop to the ground. Officer Westwood couldn't pull him up no matter how hard he tried. knew he truly regretted it, but not for doing wrong-he regretted being deceived and getting caught. 'Does it matter so much whether the child is yours or not?" 'Stop deceiving yourself, Kai. The fact is you're garbage through and through. You should cut ties with those toxic friends of yours before you all Decome even more alike." Kai just kept repeating that he would change, clinging to my pant leg. Until my dad gave Officer Westwood another impatient look. Only then did Officer Westwood kick him away again, cursing this worthless waste. I looked around at the furnishings-Sage's personal belongings were everywhere. I called the recycling company. "I'm selling my house and all the household furniture." I found things that others had touched revolting-his applied to furniture, and even more so to men. As I locked the front door, I looked at this new place that had once held all my imagined future, lost in thought. Maybe so called love and marriage sometimes really are just a mess. I deleted all of Kai's contact information and only let my dad communicate with him. Coming out, I ran into Sage's mother looking very dejected in the stairwell corner, Seeing us emerge, her face showed some resentment: "Mr. Martinez, I think I've done good work at your house. Why treat my daughter like this? Why treat me like this? I won't work for your family anymore!" My dad was about to speak when I stepped in front of him. "Mrs. Tanya, our family has treated you well too. Why don't you ask your daughter why she chose to be a horrible person instead of questioning the victims?" "We're treating you this way because doing bad things means facing consequences. If you don't want to work for our family, that's your freedom. I wish you luck finding better, more generous employers. Please excuse us."