Revenge for My Son's DeathChapter 1
On the day of Gavin's entrance examination, my husband, Ethan Harrington, finally put aside his work to drive our son to the university. But halfway there, a sudden, urgent call pulled Ethan away, leaving us stranded. Desperation mounting, we ran to the university, arriving too late. Gavin, heartbroken, suffered a severe asthma attack and landed in the ICU.
If only Ethan had stayed. If only he had spared just one hour for our son.
In a panic, I called Ethan. To my shock, a female voice answered, her voice dripping with disdain. "Ethan is busy. What do you want?"
Fighting back tears, I uttered, "Our son is in the ICU. We need him."
Ethan's voice, cold and dismissive, cut through. "Is this another one of your stories? I'm tired of your lies." Then he hung up.
I tried again, but his phone was off.
That day, I lost my son forever.
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"The patient's condition is extremely critical. Didn't you mention there's a special apparatus you use for him? Do you have it now?" The attending doctor walked out of the ICU, his face lined with worry.
"The patient's asthma has triggered heart failure. If he doesn't receive medication within two hours, he'll be beyond help!"