"It was my fault last night. How's Matthew? The medical team I hired will arrive from abroad in a few days."
My hand paused on the suitcase, and I looked up at him with tear-filled eyes.
"It's not necessary."
Matthew had no desire to see him now.
Refusing to follow the lead Daniel was offering, I noticed the anger flicker across his face.
"Charlotte, don't be ungrateful. This medical team is top-notch, specializing in pediatric cardiology. Haven't you always dreamed of having them treat Matthew?"
Once that team arrived, Matthew would have had a 60% chance of survival.
But now, none of that mattered.
Daniel no longer had any leverage over me.
Six months ago, I begged Daniel to help Matthew, but he had never shown any real concern for his condition.
It was his constant delays that led to Matthew's breakdown yesterday, causing this tragedy.
"There's no need to call them."
"What on earth is wrong with you?"
Daniel finally sensed that something was off.
When I still didn't respond, his face fell.
"Charlotte, you're already my wife. Isabella is disabled because of you. What more do you want?"
The day Daniel and I went to the city hall to get our marriage license, Isabella drove over to stop us, only to have a car accident.
Her right leg wasn't amputated, but she would need crutches for the rest of her life.
Naturally, Daniel blamed me for the whole thing.
"I've told you before, it was her own poor driving. She deserved it, and it has nothing to do with me."
It was all because she was plotting something she shouldn't have been.
Daniel let out a cold laugh, his voice turning icy.
"Charlotte, you're truly heartless."
"Thank you for the compliment."
"Can't you show some compassion for Isabella? She's disabled, and her parents don't blame us. They just hope I can take care of her."
"My parents died a long time ago, so now those who still have parents all band together to bully me?"
Daniel was silent for a moment, then turned and left.
After I finished packing Matthew's belongings, I went to the bathroom.
When I came out, Matthew's urn was gone. Panicking, I called for the housemaid, Tina Turner, to come upstairs.
"Tina, where's the thing I left on the table? Wrapped in black cloth?"
Tina kept her head down, unable to meet my eyes.
"Ms. Davis' dog just came upstairs and took it to play with."
My eyes reddened with fury as I stormed downstairs.