But no matter how many reasons there were, they couldn't explain why a half-hour drive had taken two hours, and he still hadn't arrived.
I dialed his phone number with trembling hands.
No one answered the phone.
I couldn't reach him, so I called his driver.
Fortunately, his driver answered the call quickly.
I asked urgently whether he was on the road already and where he was.
The driver stammered and told me that Oscar was not going to the hospital.
It was Betty who had called him away on an emergency.
Now he was driving Oscar and Betty.
Hearing his words, I felt as if I had been struck by lightning.
The scene of the doctor informing me to sign the death certificate was vivid in my mind.
Nine certificates...
It should only have taken him half an hour to deliver the medicine.
But I had no time to grieve now. I had something more important to do.
My parents were still waiting for the lifesaving antivenom.
I suppressed the surging sorrow in my heart and went crazy, asking him to give Oscar the phone.
A rustling sound followed, and I heard the phone fall into another hand.
I got straight to the point. "Oscar, where's the antivenom?"
But all I heard was the sweet voice of his haunting crush.