The doctor hesitated and said, "Mr. Hawk, this patient's right leg can recover. Do you want to amputate it?"
"Am I your boss or her? Do you want to work here?"
I was on the verge of collapse. I went to Richard's side to beg for mercy. My father was still in a coma. Our family could only rely on my mother to support our lives. He wanted to amputate my mother's right leg!
Upon hearing this, the doctor nodded respectfully. He instructed a nurse to push my mother into the operating room.
Only then did I realize that the Richard in front of me wasn't what he used to be?
He would no longer be nervous and shy when he saw my parents. He had become insane! He was a devil disguised as a human!
I cried non-stop until dawn. My mother was pushed out of the operating room.
My father rushed over when he heard the news. At the sight of my mother, who had gone through so much suffering, he almost forgot that he was still in a wheelchair. He was struggling to get up.
He couldn't believe that his healthy wife from this morning was now lying on a bed on the verge of death in just half a day.
He crawled to the side of my mother's bed. The sunken blanket made him know what had happened. He frantically lifted the blanket and saw that my mother had lost her right leg!
My father took a deep breath. With tears streaming down his face, he, who supported my family, collapsed and wailed like a child.
I looked at my father, who was crying and couldn't help but hug him. We cried together. It was all my fault!
Richard looked at my parents expressionlessly as if he were a cold-blooded beast.
"You have always been talking about lending me the tuition fees, right? Now I will repay the money to you along with the compensation for the car accident."
He opened a suitcase and lifted it to smash it on my father's head. With fresh banknotes flying around, my father stared at him attentively, intending to get up and fight him.
"You beast! Are human lives that important in your eyes?"
Richard took a step back and laughed recklessly as if he were an unfeeling executioner.
His eyes widened with rage as he cursed loudly. He said, "Is Emery's life so cheap in her eyes? Didn't you treat my life as a joke back then? In your eyes, I am just a pauper. A pauper's life is even less valuable!"
It was a scorching summer. His words disappointed me so much.