As I suppressed all my emotions including panic, anger, and fear, I gripped the steering wheel tightly with my fingers and drove as fast as I could, holding back my tears.

However, five minutes passed, and no doctor showed up.

Ten minutes passed, but I still didn't see doctors.

Twenty minutes passed, and Amy's body stopped moving. She just lay there quietly.

The quilt wrapped around her was so tight that I couldn't even see her face.

But I still didn't see doctors.

How could it be? No matter how obsessed Jason was with watching the game, the ambulance and the doctors would go.

But no one went to check on Amy.

An hour later, I finally rushed to downstairs my home, and my car crashed into the flower bed on the side of the road.

I didn't care about anything but rushed home as fast as I could.

I didn’t see any doctor, and at the door, I could hear Jason’s cheers from inside the room.

"They won! I finally won the bet!"

This bastard only cared about the ball games.

I rushed into the house angrily and went towards Amy.

I pulled off her quilt, and she was wrapped in layer upon layer.

There was a bed sheet inside the quilt that wrapped her tightly.

I remembered that I only covered her with a small quilt. Where did this bed sheet come from?

I was so panicked that I almost couldn't see where Amy was.

As I kept pulling at the bed sheet with my hands, my heart beat faster.

I didn't hear any sound from Amy, not even crying.

Finally, I saw her face.

The tears that I had been holding back all the way burst out at this moment.

Her lovely rosy face turned purple, and her hands were clenched into fists.

I could imagine how much effort she put into tearing open the sheet.

But she didn't have enough strength and she failed.

Amy left me on her first birthday.

I hugged her tightly. I wanted to cry loudly, but I couldn't make a sound.

I could only hold her tightly against my chest.

Amy's body was cold, but I wanted to warm her up.

I wanted to tell her, "Baby, mommy is here."

I heard Jason's cheers in the living room again.

"Fiona, you are my lucky star! I won the bet after you came. I will give you half of the 100 thousand dollars."

"Am I better than your wife? She never accompanies you to watch these games."

"Yes, you are right. When she is at home, she never allows me to turn up the volume. Damn! What's the point of watching a football game with low volume?"

What?