But Matthew was innocent...
Seeing that I wasn't responding, Daniel stepped in front of me, trying to stop me from packing the clothes.
"It was my fault last night. How's Matthew? The medical team I hired will arrive from abroad in a few days."
My hand paused on the suitcase, and I looked up at him with tear-filled eyes.
"It's not necessary."
Matthew had no desire to see him now.
Refusing to follow the lead Daniel was offering, I noticed the anger flicker across his face.
"Charlotte, don't be ungrateful. This medical team is top-notch, specializing in pediatric cardiology. Haven't you always dreamed of having them treat Matthew?"
Once that team arrived, Matthew would have had a 60% chance of survival.
But now, none of that mattered.
Daniel no longer had any leverage over me.
Six months ago, I begged Daniel to help Matthew, but he had never shown any real concern for his condition.
It was his constant delays that led to Matthew's breakdown yesterday, causing this tragedy.
"There's no need to call them."
"What on earth is wrong with you?"
Daniel finally sensed that something was off.
When I still didn't respond, his face fell.