My American magical life
Chapter 108 - 108 32 The child was born and it was a black person

108: Chapter 32 The child was born, and it was a black person.

108: Chapter 32 The child was born, and it was a black person.

“Yes, my wife had a child, but it wasn’t mine.”

“She said she just made the mistake that any woman in the world could make.”

“Just as men can make mistakes, she simply made one.”

“She apologized and hoped I would forgive her.”

Scott’s voice was calm, but Cheng Daqi didn’t dare to provoke him further.

But the recent fighting segment was thrilling enough that even if Scott spoke softly now, there was no worry that the audience would lose interest.

Seeing Scott stop halfway without continuing, Cheng Daqi tentatively asked.

“Did you forgive her?”

“I loved her, so I married her.”

The blonde veteran closed his eyes, with a past like a nightmare flashing through his mind.

A nightmare he would never want to remember.

The audience was shocked by Scott’s choice; this man was truly different.

‘He’s a good man, really, I would marry him right now!’

‘Cuckold, what a disgrace to men; he should get a sex change surgery.’

‘You love her, yet she betrayed you, and you still forgive her, this is a truly cruel story, too cruel for this guy.’

Even with his eyes closed, Scott was in tears.

“Three months later, the child was born, a black kid.”

Silence, silence was tonight’s Red Street Library, silence was tonight’s America.

Some of the white men from Texas couldn’t help standing up.

They were extremely disgusted with this kind of mess.

A soldier who fought for America, regardless of whether the war was just or not, he was at least serving his country.

While he was serving abroad, his wife was being played by the politically correct back home!

And she got a big belly from it!

Unconsciously, the Texans in the audience were struck by the same thought – what had happened to America?

“Scott, I’m sorry to hear that…”

“No problem, a real man never goes back on his word, I forgave her.

Even if it’s a black man’s child, I am willing to forgive her.

Who doesn’t make mistakes?

I loved her and just gave her a chance to correct her ways, it’s nothing.”

No one interrupted the poor soldier now as he went on with his own tragic story.

“When the child was three months old, she sued me, accusing me of domestic violence.

She cried convincingly in court, and the judge believed her.

The judge ordered me to leave the house and not to get near it, also to pay alimony every month.

I watched from afar as a black man moved into the house I got in exchange for eight years of military service, driving the car I bought for her.

Hahaha.”

Hahahaha.

“Too sweet, too blissful, I love America!”

Scott still didn’t want to open his eyes; he didn’t want to face the world, he couldn’t face his ‘happy life’.

Cheng Daqi really hadn’t expected Scott’s past to be like this.

He opened his mouth to say some comforting words, but Thor on the side instead asked.

“Are the jurors blind?

Can’t they see the child’s color was wrong?”

Scott’s body trembled, and he answered with a voice filled with deep hatred.

“The jury had black people and women, these two groups combined made up more than half.

This was a wise decision made by the great American Government to reflect equality of human rights.

They chose to support her together.

Hahaha.”

All those still possessing even a shred of goodness in their souls were shaken by Scott’s story.

This poor man was clearly smiling, but everyone could feel, could feel his pain and torment incredibly clearly.

“Mi’er, stop playing with those poor men’s hearts.”

Lisa wiped away her tears and shoved her best friend.

The raven-haired wealthy woman rolled her eyes and replied.

“I’m not playing with any good men here, they are not pitiful at all—they just want to fuck, that’s all.”

“But…” the blonde Caucasian girl wanted to continue, but really didn’t know what to say.

Yes, how many people could do what Scott did?

“I’m really envious of you, honey, you’re the only child of your parents and you have a happy home.”

The raven-haired wealthy woman put down her snacks and said somewhat inexplicably.

“What’s there to be envious of?

I’m envious of your dad buying you a villa!”

“If you are willing to marry me, I can give you the villa, honey.”

Temir once again began to tempt her best friend, but how could Lisa possibly be a lesbian?

“No, I should not have let you test those who approached me when I was in college.

If it wasn’t for you, I might be married now!”

“Honey, marry me, marry me.”

The crazed Temir had already started to lose her mind.

“Look, that unlucky veteran has been dragged down, and now there’s a black homeless man going up.”

She pushed at her best friend’s clinging body, but finding it immovable, Lisa decided to change the subject.

“Next, please welcome the second participant from the homeless group, she is a black lady.

May I ask your name, beautiful girl?”

Sani didn’t understand why Cheng Daqi was pretending not to recognize her.

Why Cheng Daqi was using the alias Bruce.

Why Cheng Daqi had so quickly teamed up with the kidnappers.

She felt uncomfortable because of the camera filming.

But she still replied.

“Sani Washington, you can call me Sani.”

According to the show’s format, Cheng Daqi should now ask Sani about her tragic story.

But he opened his mouth and, in the end, couldn’t ask right away.

Black sister noticed Cheng Daqi’s hesitation and gathered the courage to ask instead.

“May I start now, Mr.

Host?”

“Wait, let me introduce to our audience friends again, we’re currently hosting America’s first kidnapping variety show—Who Deserves to Die the Most.

The rules of the show are simple: two groups of hostages give scores to each other’s members; whoever’s life has been the happiest gets executed first.

If there are any brands interested in partnering with us, wishing to sponsor our show, please contact Mr.

Andrei through the LAPD encircling us.”

Cheng Daqi first gave Sani some hints, hoping Sani would understand.

Then he took the liberty of adding some drama for himself.

He wanted to talk to the kidnappers again.

After the close, Cheng Daqi left the camera and went over to Father Andrei.

“Why did you suddenly mention advertising?

I should be the one making that decision!”

As a part-time leader of the kidnappers and religious fanatic, Andrei still hoped to control the entire situation.

He didn’t like uncertainties.

“Now, the live broadcast is being shown by three television stations at the same time.

The advertising effect is definitely not small, and surely some brands will be interested!”

Cheng Daqi continued his persuasion, aiming still to enhance the kidnapping case’s influence and notoriety.

“Besides, we don’t need to spend the advertising money ourselves.

We can declare on the show that we will use the advertising revenue to buy clues or evidence of the Dracula Group’s wrongdoings, continuing to craft an image of standing up against Dracula to the end.”

“Bruce, you’re too smart; this suggestion is excellent,” Father Andrei affirmed Cheng Daqi’s idea.

“I want that black girl to live, I like her big tits, you know.”

“Hahaha, you’re such a jerk, Bruce.”