After we married, I hired the best medical experts to cure Mrs. Shaw’s illness. But after Clara’s blow, Mrs. Shaw, who had just recovered from a serious illness, turned pale. She clutched her chest tightly, her body curled in agony!
"Mom?"
My heart tightened, and I immediately hugged her.
"Mom, are you having heart problems?"
"Medicine! Where’s your medicine?"
Although Mrs. Shaw’s heart disease had been treated, her doctor warned that she couldn’t endure major stress, or her condition could relapse anytime. For that reason, she always carried fast-acting heart pills.
I frantically rummaged through her pockets until I finally found the small brown medicine bottle.
Just as I trembled, unscrewed the cap, and was about to pour out the pills to feed her, Clara stepped forward and snatched the medicine away.
"What’s this? You’re trying to dine for free, pretending to be my husband’s family won’t work, and now you’re faking an illness to scam me?"
"Do you really think you can get away with this?"
"Give me the medicine!"
I stood up and tried to grab it, but the waiters were all Clara’s friends and relatives. Without a word from her, they pinned me down.