"You can't leave! You have to give me the medicine, otherwise my son will be in danger!"

Lisha turned around and saw me through the rear window of the car.

She smiled slightly, leaned over and whispered in Charlie's ear. The driver drove faster.

They left me far behind in an instant.

Because I ran too fast, I lost my balance and fell.

A bloody taste also filled my throat.

I stared blankly at the disappearing vehicle, and an idea in my mind became more and more firm.

Charlie didn't believe me.

He refused to let his assistant get the medicine.

Then I would get it myself.

I didn't go home or go back to the hospital. Instead, I drove directly to the laboratory where Charlie worked.

I had come along a few times to deliver things before. Last time Sam had a sudden heart attack, I also came to get medicine.

I remember it was in the cabinet above the safe.

Taking advantage of the lunch break, there were not many people in the laboratory, I sneaked in and came to the safe.

There was a combination lock.

I tried several times. I tried our wedding anniversary, my birthday, Charlie’s birthday, and my son’s birthday... None of them was right.

I saw Lisha's Ins and saw the date when she showed her birthday gifts.

I tried again.

I opened.

I was so disappointed at that moment.

After eighteen years of marriage, Charlie said that he only loved me and wanted to have children with me, but he had never forgotten his ex-girlfriend.

When he learned that Lisha was abandoned by her husband and divorced, he resolutely chose to help her unconditionally.

In fact, I had already lost hope in him when he abandoned us countless times in order to help Lisha solve various trivial issues.

But it didn’t matter. I still had a son.

I got the medicine. I would save him.

Then I would file for divorce.

I happily opened the cabinet above the safe and was about to take out the bottle of quick-acting heart-saving pills.

But I was surprised to find that it was gone.

The familiar packaging box of quick-acting heart-saving pills was replaced by a small white bottle.

Tom happened to pass by. I asked him what it was.

Tom looked at me timidly and spoke hesitantly.

"This is a skin repair cream that Dr. Hale developed specifically for Miss Bates. A few days ago, Miss Bates complained about her bad skin. Dr. Hale took it very seriously and worked for several nights to develop it."

I was filled with anger.