My Target Invades My Everyday Life

Jenny's hand trembled, and the cotton swab fell to the floor. She was no longer capable of sparing any thought for me.

As she hurriedly flung the tweezers she was holding back onto the tray, she cried out, "What did you say? Why are you just standing there then? Get the best doctor to check on him immediately!"

She was off like the wind, disappearing without a trace.

Hugo snorted in disgust. "What the hell? Her pretty boy is having chest pains, huh? He should just drop dead then. She doesn't even blink when your skull cracks open, but the moment her boy toy whines about some pain, she acts as if the sky has fallen!"

My lips twitched, tugging on my wound and making me wince from the pain.

"If she so much as spends a single second longer with me than necessary, it's like her entire day is ruined," I said coolly. "But what's more ironic is that she doesn't even think she's done anything wrong. She still thinks I'm the one who's kicking up a fuss over nothing."

Jenny had spent half her life in an orphanage. The moment she left the welfare system, the only things she valued were her ego and image.

Why was she so devoted to Aaron?

Well, it was simple—because he had also grown up in an orphanage. Only by dominating someone like herself could her pitiful ego feel truly satisfied.

I was lost in thought when the door opened again. This time, it was my "wonderful" son, Ryan, who came in.

As soon as he did, he jabbed a finger at me and questioned me angrily, "How can you be so evil, Daddy? Uncle Aaron is such a nice person! Why did you call him up to insult him?"

Even after searching my memory, I couldn't remember ever doing such a thing.

Hugo's eyes flickered in thought before he snorted. "Oh, my. That pretty boy sure knows how to put on an act. I bet he's just faking it. He acts like some gentleman in front of everyone else when he's really nothing more than a damn hypocrite."

I got the picture now.

Earlier this afternoon, Aaron must've lied to Jenny, claiming that I'd called him up to insult him. He put on a show in front of her to make it seem like he'd suffered a huge grievance.

And now, he claimed he was having chest pains, knowing Jenny would rush over at once to find him clutching his chest like he was about to die. What a perfect display of an innocent and fragile young man.

But if I recalled correctly, based on how this world was supposed to go, his target should've been the female lead. Where did he find the time to keep making his presence known in front of me instead?

I'd always thought that male rivalry over a woman was the most pathetic display. Yet, this supposedly sophisticated male lead seemed to revel in it.

"You heartless, ungrateful man!" Ryan continued lashing out at me. "Mommy should have married Uncle Aaron instead! I'm so ashamed to be your son!"

Hugo was dumbfounded. He jabbed a finger at Ryan, but it took him a while to get his words out. "W-What the hell are you saying? Your dad is the one who painstakingly took care of you and raised you, but this is how you repay him?

"Your dad doesn't even treat you badly, but even if he does, who do you think you are to say such things about him?"

I ignored Hugo's outburst. My gaze swept across the room and landed on the bedside table. A fruit knife lay quietly on the table, the blade gleaming in the light.

I propped myself up and picked it up. The coolness that spread through my palm was the perfect thing to help me calm down.

Then I slowly walked toward Ryan, my expression neutral. Despite being alarmed, he tried to act tough by defiantly questioning me, "W-What are you doing?"

I didn't bother wasting my breath. I raised the knife and aimed it at him.

This little monster didn't deserve to be my son.

Just as the tip of the blade was about to touch Ryan's clothes, the hospital door flew open. A figure shot forward to get between Ryan and me without hesitation.

A muffled thud rang out.

"Aaron! Are you alright?" Jenny's scream rang out.

Both she and Ryan quickly supported Aaron, who'd crumpled to the floor. It turned into total chaos.

When Jenny saw the pale-faced Aaron clutching his abdomen and unable to speak, she shot to her feet and raged at me, her eyes bloodshot. "Nathan Burke! Have you lost your mind? Ryan is your son!"