He made it sound like I was committing some kind of crime there.
But I didn't answer his question. My goal was clear.
"Where's the drug?"
Jason was obviously impatient.
"You only care about the drug. Don't you see that Erin's dog is dying?"
"So?" I wasn't following him. "Her pet dog died. What does it have to do with me coming here to get the drug?"
Jason was enraged by my cold attitude.
"How could you be so cold-blooded!"
I found him ridiculous.
Jason was kept from delivering the drug not long ago because of that dog.
As a result, thirteen people died.
I wanted to question him but knew it wasn't the best time.
My parents and my siblings were still waiting for the drug in the hospital.
I suppressed my anger and softened my tone,
"Jason, I'm sorry about the dog, but my parents are still in the hospital and need the drug."
Seeing that my attitude softened, Jason also restrained his anger. He looked up and signaled to his assistant.
Suddenly, Erin cried out,
"Jason, my dog isn't breathing. What should we do? I don't believe he's gonna die. Let's go to another hospital. We may still cure him."
Only then did I see that Erin was holding a dying dog in her arms, and she had several scratches on her face.