I didn't care how much time Charlie spent on this.
I just wanted to know where my son's medicine was.
There was the sound of high heels hitting the ground behind me.
Lisha, wearing a white hip skirt, came up from behind me with a smile and snatched the thing from my hand.
"Fiona, I'm so sorry. This is mine."
Her smile was full of provocation.
Charlie had always been strict about his work. No outsiders were allowed to come in his research.
Even I, his wife, had only been here a handful of times in the 18 years we had been married.
But Lisha was here.
She could eat here, walk around here freely, and even her cosmetics could be placed in the most important position.
But I didn’t want to care about these anymore.
I gritted my teeth and asked her, "Where are the quick-acting heart pills that were originally placed here?"
Lisha smiled, "I threw it away."
She kept smiling.
"Charlie said that Sam is fine and the quick-acting heart pills are annoying, so I threw them into the trash can."
I was shocked.
I was going crazy.
"What did you say?"
Lisha's smile was so dazzling that it even hurt me.
The quick-acting heart-saving pills were the only hope for curing Sam.
But at this moment, I was desperate.
I lost all hope.
Lisha definitely did it on purpose.
Just when I was about to teach Lisha a lesson, I suddenly got a call from the hospital.
"Mrs. Hale, your son is dying. You should come back soon and see him for the last time."
I pushed Lisha away and rushed to the hospital like a madman.
When I arrived, Sam had already become a corpse.
His body began to go cold.
I hugged him and cried.
Three days later, I was heartbroken. I handled my son's funeral by myself.
Watching Sam being cremated, I still felt like I was dreaming.
I raised my son for 18 years, and he finally grew up.
Just a week ago, he told me confidently that he had worked hard for many years and would definitely be admitted to a good university.
It had only been a few days.
He turned into ashes and was in an urn.
For two weeks, Charlie stayed with Lisha and never went home once.
I held my son's urn and drank every day.
It wasn't until two weeks later that Charlie called me.
His voice was as cold as ever.
"Tomorrow is my sister's birthday party. She was much loved. My mother asked you to bring Sam back to the Hale house so that we can celebrate together."
There was a faint sound of a woman's breathing beside him.