Die On SAT Test Day

After hearing what Lisha said, Charlie immediately took a step back, as if I was dirty. He was deliberately keeping a distance from me.

His eyes were full of disgust and disdain.

"Fiona, I didn't expect you to become so crazy now.

"In order to get me to go back, you even cursed my son to get sick!

"The doctor clearly said that Charlieg's heart disease will not recur. He is no different from a healthy child now. Don't lie!"

I frozen.

He was right. The doctor did say that.

If nothing unexpected happened, Sam would no longer have any signs of heart disease and basically not need quick-acting heart-saving pills.

But Charlie suddenly broke his promise and left Sam on the way to SAT.

If Sam hadn't be late, he wouldn't be so upset by this incident and suffer a sudden heart attack.

"Charlie! Everything I said is true."

"Even if outsiders don't know, you should know me. Sam is more important than my life. How could I curse him?

"It was because you left him that Sam was late for SAT. That’s why Sam got upset and that’s what happened."

As soon as I finished speaking, Lisha smiled secretly.

I lost my temper.

I slapped her in the face. "Is it that funny?"

Lisha didn't expect that I would actually hit her. She screamed, covered her face, and hid behind Charlie, pretending to be aggrieved.

"Charlie, Sam is such a good kid. I like him. How could he be angry with you and cause such a scene just because you abandoned him halfway?

"I think this is a lie..."

Lisha deliberately led Charlie in the wrong direction, making Charlie think that I was deliberately making up a lie.

When Charlie saw me slapping Lisha, his face turned cold on the spot and he held her in his arms.

The look he looked at me became increasingly cold, as if he was facing an enemy.

"Fiona! What are you doing here? Aren't you ashamed?

"Go back quickly!

"I'm warning you. If you dare to harm Lisha again, don't blame me for divorcing you!"

After saying this, Charlie hugged Lisha lovingly. The two of them got into the car and drove away.

I ran after the car like crazy.

"Charlie! Stop!

"You can't leave! You have to give me the medicine, otherwise my son will be in danger!"

Lisha turned around and saw me through the rear window of the car.

She smiled slightly, leaned over and whispered in Charlie's ear. The driver drove faster.

They left me far behind in an instant.

Because I ran too fast, I lost my balance and fell.

A bloody taste also filled my throat.

I stared blankly at the disappearing vehicle, and an idea in my mind became more and more firm.

Charlie didn't believe me.

He refused to let his assistant get the medicine.

Then I would get it myself.

I didn't go home or go back to the hospital. Instead, I drove directly to the laboratory where Charlie worked.

I had come along a few times to deliver things before. Last time Sam had a sudden heart attack, I also came to get medicine.

I remember it was in the cabinet above the safe.

Taking advantage of the lunch break, there were not many people in the laboratory, I sneaked in and came to the safe.

There was a combination lock.

I tried several times. I tried our wedding anniversary, my birthday, Charlie’s birthday, and my son’s birthday... None of them was right.

I saw Lisha's Ins and saw the date when she showed her birthday gifts.

I tried again.

I opened.

I was so disappointed at that moment.

After eighteen years of marriage, Charlie said that he only loved me and wanted to have children with me, but he had never forgotten his ex-girlfriend.

When he learned that Lisha was abandoned by her husband and divorced, he resolutely chose to help her unconditionally.

In fact, I had already lost hope in him when he abandoned us countless times in order to help Lisha solve various trivial issues.

But it didn’t matter. I still had a son.

I got the medicine. I would save him.

Then I would file for divorce.

I happily opened the cabinet above the safe and was about to take out the bottle of quick-acting heart-saving pills.

But I was surprised to find that it was gone.

The familiar packaging box of quick-acting heart-saving pills was replaced by a small white bottle.

Tom happened to pass by. I asked him what it was.

Tom looked at me timidly and spoke hesitantly.

"This is a skin repair cream that Dr. Hale developed specifically for Miss Bates. A few days ago, Miss Bates complained about her bad skin. Dr. Hale took it very seriously and worked for several nights to develop it."

I was filled with anger.

I didn't care how much time Charlie spent on this.

I just wanted to know where my son's medicine was.