The ambulance crew had no choice. They gave up and drove away.
After the ambulance left, the gawking neighbors gradually dispersed.
Kate walked back to the door.
"Don't blame me. Blame yourself."
"If you'd just agreed to have another baby sooner... no, agreed to mop the floor so we wouldn't be embarrassed in front of the neighbors, I definitely would've let them in."
I almost laughed.
In my previous life, I'd been furious, but I'd had no one on my side.
So I'd given in and mopped the floor.
But even after I finished, Kate claimed it wasn't good enough.
And Dick had piled on.
"If you agreed to do it properly, then do it properly. What kind of half-assed job is this?"
So I knew the truth.
The mopping had always been a smokescreen. Their real goal had never changed—it was to let Lily die.
I let out a slow breath.
"Kate, you just killed your precious baby boy with your own hands."
"And you destroyed any chance of saving him. You're going to regret this."
Kate stamped her feet in fury.
"I was actually thinking—if you'd sincerely apologized, I would've opened the door and given you that... whatever it's called, that AED thing, so you could save your daughter."
"But since you insist on being so stubborn, I'm not opening this door."
"You can wait. I'll come back to open it tomorrow morning."
And with that, Kate left. She didn't spare me another word. It wasn't until after nine the next morning that she finally walked through the door, carrying breakfast.
"Dick, time to eat."
But it wasn't Dick who greeted her. It was Lily.
Lily stood there holding a piece of bread, blinking her big eyes in confusion. "Grandma, why did you lock the door? I wanted to go downstairs to get my drawing pad, but I couldn't get out!"
"Are you looking for Mommy and Daddy?"
"Mommy's been crying the whole time. And Daddy... I don't know what's wrong with him. He's been lying on the floor sleeping. I tried calling him, but he won't answer me..."
