Betty was still pretending to be righteous.
"Lily, calm down. You saw it that night, my cat had a sudden illness and needed to be rushed to the hospital. After all, it was the cat we had raised together before. He was just too nervous. Don't blame him."
When I heard her words, I almost burst out laughing.
"Your cat suddenly fell ill and you rushed it to the hospital, but what about my families? Eleven lives hanging in the balance in the ICU waiting for his antivenom to save them! Are they supposed to die?
"Who do you think you are? How dare you plead for him in front of me?"
The pale faces of my families and friends were still vivid in my mind.
I could see them all in my mind's eye every time I closed my eyes.
The antivenom was in the car... just a 30-minute drive.
All because of her cat's sudden illness.
If she hadn't called Oscar to take her to the hospital...
She could have taken a taxi herself.
Betty seemed startled by my outburst and began to cry.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I didn't know..."
Oscar, who had looked somewhat apologetic before, immediately frowned and wrapped his arms around her.
"Lily, didn't you get the antivenom in the end? why be so mean to her? What did she do wrong?"