Gloating was unavoidable, but Ruth was especially delighted, saying, "That's how it should be. Damn it, when parents sink to this level, they're worse than pigs and dogs. He deserves it."
"Drink it! No guts, huh? Go die!"
With the hysterical shouting, Old Peter raised the pesticide and drank.
He gulped down a big mouthful, his expression turning very ugly, and he shouted angrily, "Fine, fine, fine, I'll die right in front of you. You forced your own father to kill himself, let's see how you ever show your face again."
"Let us go..."
"Quick, call 120..."
The two officers were startled. If something went wrong while they were on scene, they would bear the responsibility.
But Pete held them back firmly. Seeing that the property management staff were also frightened and about to call, he kicked the telephone aside with one swift motion.
"Don't..."
Pete said hoarsely. By now, everyone could see that the young man had lost his mind, and no one dared to stop him.
