Chapter 113 Being Violent

• I cried as if I had nothing else to do, to calm the helplessness I felt at this moment, but not even my father's embrace could comfort me.
• My mother, just stared in horror at my wife, while my father tried to glue those fragments of my body that were crumbling with the passage of time. I felt so vulnerable, incompetent and useless, it was impossible for me to stop crying.
• "You must calm down, son. She needs you strong," my father says and I deny.