Die On SAT Test DayChapter 1
On the day of SAT, my husband was going to personally take our son to the examination room, but he received a call halfway and said he had to leave for an urgent matter.
He left our son on the road and asked me to take our son there.
I was waiting for surgery in the hospital. After receiving the call, I had to postpone the surgery, endure the pain, and rush over to pick up my son.
My son finally arrived at the examination room, but was 15 minutes late and could not enter.
He couldn't accept it and suffered an acute heart attack and was taken away by ambulance.
The only quick-acting heart pill that could save my son was kept by my husband's assistant and could only be obtained with his consent.
When I called him, I heard the voice of his ex-girlfriend, Lisha Bates.
"Charlie is cooking for me. What's wrong?"
Ignoring her brag, I was anxious to save my son and spoke urgently.
"Ask Charlie to answer the phone. Our son is in danger in the intensive care unit. He needs the quick-acting heart-saving pills."
Soon, my husband's sarcastic voice came from the phone.
"Don't pretend to be pitiful and make up lies because of jealousy.
"My son is taking SAT. If you curse him again, I will be rude!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
I called him many times, but he never answered. And then his phone was turned off.
Lisha sent me a photo to show off. My husband, Charlie Hale, was helping her peel shrimps with a focused and gentle look.
On that same day, my son died due to failed rescue efforts.
He left me forever.
"The patient is in a very critical condition. Didn't you say you have a quick-acting heart-saving pill? Can you give it to the patient now?"
The attending physician walked out of the intensive care unit with a serious look.
"A sudden heart attack is extremely serious. If the patient is not treated within two hours, his life will be in danger!"
Two hours?
I was frozen.
My lips couldn't stop trembling. "Doctor, please help stabilize my son's condition. I'll contact someone to send medicine now!"
I was anxious when my son was in danger.
I hurriedly reached for my phone. My legs became weak, and I almost fell.
The doctor took a look at my pale face and kindly reminded me.
"You look weak. Get a checkup some time."
I nodded, but didn't have time to think about myself.
I called Charlie over and over again.
His cell phone was off.