Amidst the piercing screams of Nanny Zhang, the ambulance and police cars arrived, whisking Juyan off to the hospital and my father to the police station.
I followed Juyan to the hospital, sitting outside the emergency room, my blood-stained hands trembling uncontrollably.
My father—a man who had always been meek and self-sacrificing to the point of cowardice, a man who had spent his entire life wielding nothing more dangerous than a kitchen knife—had actually stabbed Juyan three times.
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