“Don't think we don't know. This surgery costs 7,500 dollars and we will have to pay another 7,000 dollars too!
“Estella, you are a college student from our village, have you lost your conscience? You treat my son as a foreigner?”
Hearing this, Loyd in Terry's arms suddenly jumped up and kicked me hard on the knee.
“I knew you wanted to take revenge on me. It was your dog that barked at me first, so I killed it!” he sneered.
A hint of darkness flashed through my eyes. Back then, my dog was killed innocently by someone and it turned out to be Loyd.
How could someone so young already harbor such cruelty?
“You want to kill me, believe it or not, I will let my parents kill your whole family!”
My face was cold and I gently helped Selly up from the ground.
If I was not mistaken, Bethany had already informed them.
Looking at Loyd in front of me, he was really a damn bastard.
In my previous life, in order to save him, I even paid for some of his expenses out of my own pocket for the sake of being from the same hometown as him.
The operation was successful, but I did not expect that the Morales Family would carry him out of the hospital behind my back.
He could not ride on bumpy roads after a cranial surgery. Rural roads were full of potholes, not to mention that sometimes buses might have to brake suddenly.
There were only three golden minutes for intracranial vascular sclerosis. But transportation was inconvenient in the countryside and rescue was impossible.
I became the scapegoat and the culprit and my parents were also implicated.
I only realized after my death that all this was a conspiracy, even my forensic fiance, Pierre Lester, was involved in this conspiracy.
Bethany was his first love. For her, he went against his professional conscience, tampered with the autopsy report and put the blame on me.
“Okay, I promise you, Loyd will have nothing to do with me from now on and I will no longer be concerned about his health, life or death.”
“Estella, you are too cold!” Bethany sighed and said, “Mr. and Mrs. Morales, your child is not in serious trouble.
“I'm also a neurologist. The child probably has a cold. He will be fine after a few days of intravenous drips.”
Bethany touched the child carefully, with a smile on her face as sweet as her name.
“Mom, I saw an angel!”
“This is a real doctor! The doctor just now was so cold-blooded.”