"So..."
Mrs. Kato said mournfully:
"I sent my husband a message and called him home, then soaked him in the bathtub. A husband who'd been soiled by another woman had to be scrubbed clean, inside and out, thoroughly."
Amamiya Natsuki looked at the head floating in the bathtub and felt his teeth ache.
They'd started dating in high school. He'd given up his future and dropped out to work so he could pay for his girlfriend's college education. While she was still in college, she'd cheated on him. Later, he'd even gone to the hospital for her sake. After finally managing to wake up and stop being a doormat, he'd been soaked in a bathtub and scrubbed clean, inside and out, over a crime he hadn't even committed... How tragic. It was just too tragic.
If Amamiya Natsuki were that guy, he'd have dipped his finger in his own blood and written the word "tragic" eighteen times in a row on the floor.
What did love and marriage even bring men?!
"Security guard..." Mrs. Kato bent down to look at him. Her eyes quietly turned pitch-black as she asked in a mournful voice, "Do you think I did the right thing?"
At the same time,
the unlucky head in the bathtub opened its eyes, too. Its eyes were bloodshot, its face contorted with rage, and it was waiting for Amamiya Natsuki's answer as well.
The temperature in the air dropped rapidly, soon becoming bitterly cold.
Clearly, if Amamiya Natsuki answered incorrectly, he'd probably end up in the bathtub just like the unlucky guy behind him.
"Security guard... why aren't you saying anything?"
Mrs. Kato's voice turned quietly icy, and the air grew even colder.
Amamiya Natsuki looked at the unlucky guy's head in the bathtub. Its mouth was already open,