"Charlie said that Sam is fine and the quick-acting heart pills are annoying, so I threw them into the trash can."
I was shocked.
I was going crazy.
"What did you say?"
Lisha's smile was so dazzling that it even hurt me.
The quick-acting heart-saving pills were the only hope for curing Sam.
But at this moment, I was desperate.
I lost all hope.
Lisha definitely did it on purpose.
Just when I was about to teach Lisha a lesson, I suddenly got a call from the hospital.
"Mrs. Hale, your son is dying. You should come back soon and see him for the last time."
I pushed Lisha away and rushed to the hospital like a madman.
When I arrived, Sam had already become a corpse.
His body began to go cold.
I hugged him and cried.
Three days later, I was heartbroken. I handled my son's funeral by myself.
Watching Sam being cremated, I still felt like I was dreaming.
I raised my son for 18 years, and he finally grew up.
Just a week ago, he told me confidently that he had worked hard for many years and would definitely be admitted to a good university.
It had only been a few days.
He turned into ashes and was in an urn.
For two weeks, Charlie stayed with Lisha and never went home once.