Although the post did not specify who the person was, surprisingly, many of my former high school classmates left messages under the post as if they knew the story.
Soon, the dirty things Sophie had done were exposed.
Not only that, Mark and my parents were all affected.
Following the days after that, my cell phone kept being bombarded with calls.
At this moment, I looked at the culprit sitting across me and said helplessly, “You brat, who asked you to intervene?”
Ralph smiled and placed a piece of beef into my plate, “Please don’t get mad, I know you won’t bother to make others feel guilty. In my humble opinion, people who have been wronged should not stay silent. If they didn’t know what went through, they won’t feel guilty. Even so, that is not enough to make up for the damage that’s been done to you, and you will never truly let
go of it. So, I want them to suffer every day just like how they made you suffer. In the days to come, just think about their sorrows whenever you are unhappy, and you will feel better.”
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I stared at him blankly.
I had mixed feelings.
He was right, what I called letting go was just a compromise. I chose that option because I was tired of everything.
Having a severe mental illness had tortured me to the point where I had lost my passion for living.
I sent Sophie to prison because I didn’t like to have regrets in life.
However, that was not enough to make up for the pain I had suffered over the years.
I touched the watch on my wrist, lowered my eyes and smiled, “Thank you.”
Ralph replied, “You’re welcome. Honestly, I just can’t stand bullies.”
However, I could tell he wasn’t telling the truth.
