Many Slaps to the Face

The small and shabby rental apartment was in a mess. Everything breakable had been smashed, and there was practically no room for him to step in. A haughty noblewoman was sitting on the sofa with a group of people. She was elegant like the queen of a country. His mother's hair was disheveled and her cheeks were red and swollen. Obviously, she had taken many slaps to the face and could only beg for mercy. "Please be kind and let us go," she cried. When she saw that Ronald had returned, she immediately shouted, "Why did you come back? Hurry up and leave!" Ronald gritted his teeth and walked in step by step. "Mom, we don't have to beg them. Get up." He bent down and helped his mother up from the ground. There was an unspeakable meaning in his tone. He looked at the noblewoman sitting on the sofa and said word by word, "I was the one who caused your son to be paralyzed for the rest of his life. If you can, then beat me to death. I'm tough, anyway." The lady in front of him was a homewrecke