"Emily couldn't go because when she was on her way to buy..."
I couldn't finish before a scream interrupted me from the other end of the line.
"Jeffrey, I'm so clumsy! I cut myself while peeling an apple."
"Louise is hurt. I need to take her to the hospital. Stop causing trouble," Jeffrey said hastily before hanging up.
After Emily's burial, I went to the hospital to obtain her death certificate.
The moment I received the death certificate, I truly realized that my child was gone.
My little girl, who used to hold my hand and tell me she loved me, was gone forever.
Leaving the administrative building, I had to pass through the emergency room to exit.
As I entered, a familiar voice echoed in my ears.
"Can you be gentler? Can't you hear her saying it hurts? I don't know how you do your job. I'll complain to the hospital if you're not careful."
Following the voice, I saw Jeffrey holding Louise in a room.
A nurse was cleaning a small cut on Louise's finger.
The nurse rolled her eyes at Jeffrey.
"It's just a tiny cut. If you had come any later, it would have healed on its own. You people waste medical resources for nothing."