My Wife Favors Younger Men and Is Forcing Me to Admit My Mistakes; It's My Own Flesh and Blood Who Died

Three days after the fire, my wife, the fire chief, finally remembered me. She frowned, her tone impatient: "Lin Sen, because of your poor performance in the rescue, the family member trapped on the top floor is threatening to jump. Go apologize, and that'll be the end of it." The young firefighter beside her, peeling an orange, grinned and said, "Deputy Chief Lin is just too serious. The fire was so big; I turned off the walkie-talkie so he could focus on the rescue, but he got lost because of the lack of signal." Watching the two of them banter, I removed my epaulettes and looked at her calmly. "No need to apologize."