Jack was still begging. His father was still ranting about religion, sin, shame, family honor, all that bullshit. Meanwhile, Robert was bleeding out while these people argued over whether loving another man offended God.
What a fucking nightmare.
"Father," Jack whispered weakly, "please… he's dying."
"Then let him die," the old man replied without hesitation.
The hallway fell silent after that. Even the suited guards looked uncomfortable now.
Jack lowered his head completely, hands trembling against the floor.
And me?
I just stood there behind the cracked door, gripping the hidden camera tightly while my mind raced through every possible option I had.
Because no matter how much I hated Jack, I couldn't leave someone to bleed to death.
Fuck it.
Dunno why but… Instead of opening the door like a normal person, I kicked the shit out of it.
The hinges groaned loudly as the door slammed against the wall.
