The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Barbara looked at her son on the hospital bed and, upon seeing Frey approach, could no longer contain herself. She lashed out.

Outside the ward, a commotion ensued. Despite the high-end single ward, other patients in the vicinity began recording the scene on their phones, posting videos online.

Hearing the commotion, Jacob, who had a head wrapped in medical gauze, staggered to the door. He was horrified to see his mother assaulting Frey.

"Frey!" Jacob cried out, his voice laced with fear as he rushed over and pulled Frey up, his face pale with distress.

"Mom! What are you doing? Mom! Stop it!" Jacob's face flushed with anger as he shielded Frey.

He turned to the onlookers who were filming, shouting, "Stop recording! Get out!"

Jacob's fury, the spectators quickly retreated, though their excitement remained

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to leave. She walked towards the elevator, her forehead still throbbing from the beating. Barbara, still furious, tried to continue attacking Frey, but Jacob held

the bystanders watched her with curiosity. She covered her head with a tissue and walked out into the underground parking lot. She got into her car, holding a bouquet that had been trampled in the scuffle, a leaf still clinging

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