It felt like déjà vu, the kind that leaves a sour taste in your mouth, much like the aftermath of a Thanksgiving dinner gone wrong. That’s how Yvan felt every time Opal pushed his buttons.
In a state of panic, Yvan found himself being dragged by his best friend into the office. Keaton, with a look of concern, fetched some antiseptic and bandages, carefully dabbing at the wound on Yvan's wrist with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol.
"Hurts, doesn't it? You haven't even recovered from that nasty fall, and here you are, slicing yourself up again."
Keaton frowned. "Who taught you to hurt yourself like this?"
Yvan just shook his head. "I didn't know what else to do. It's not like I could really fight back against my grandma, but... but I had to protect them."
"Your grandma really crossed the line this time."
Keaton's voice dropped to a frosty tone at the mention of her, "Absolutely unacceptable! Bringing this drama to the hospital! Logan is your son, for heaven's sake. How could she just lash out like that!"
Yvan remained silent, letting his friend vent about his grandmother. After the wound was treated, Keaton finally let up on the criticism, "Enough about her, she won't be around for too many more years anyway."
Yvan managed a weak smile, "Why the rush?"
"How can I not be!" Keaton slammed his hand on the table. "If things had escalated, this could've turned into a homicide! Look at what Matilda and her son have gone through! And your grandma had to twist the knife further, it's inhuman!"
Yvan didn't disagree, merely speaking in a low tone, "I feel like my sins just keep piling up."
Keaton found him somewhat pitiful, patting his shoulder, "Well, no point dwelling on it. Focus on getting Matilda's depression treated. It's like a ticking time bomb, who knows when someone might set her off again?"
Yvan couldn't deny it. This year had been a complete disaster.
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