Back To The Month Before the Scumbag Husband Died

I arrived at the hospital with a pale face, looking extremely sad. I staggeringly held the housekeeper Mary's hand and said, "I received a call saying that Kevin had a car accident. Is he okay?"

The police took out an accident report and said, "Your lover was involved in a car accident. According to the surveillance footage, he bent down to pick up his phone, which caused him to lose control of the vehicle and crash into the mountain. The vehicle then exploded and he was severely burned."

Looking at Kevin, whose whole body was burned like a piece of charcoal, I picked up a tissue soaked with medicated oil and kept wiping my tears, crying until I almost fainted.

Mary sighed and said, "Mrs. Collins, don't be too sad. I know you and Mr. Collins have always had a good relationship. Mr. Collins certainly doesn't want to see you so sad. Besides, you have to make the decision on how to treat Mr. Collins."

Of course I was sad. In my previous life, Kevin fell into the river and was dead when he was fished out. How come he still had a breath left this time?

But it was useless even if he was alive.

The attending doctor came over with the test results and treatment suggestions, and explained the current situation to me professionally, "The patient is still alive, but treating burns is very painful. You should be prepared. Debridement treatment must be performed immediately, otherwise it will soon..."

I raised my head and interrupted the doctor, "No, I can't let Kevin suffer. Kevin loves dignity the most! I want to give up treatment and let him leave with dignity."

I endured the nausea, smelled the burnt meat, and looked at Kevin with deep affection. I said, "Living like this is also suffering. I know Kevin best. He would rather die than live like this."

So at my strong request, all treatments were suspended, and Kevin's heart stopped beating in less than ten minutes.