Die On SAT Test Day

There was the sound of high heels hitting the ground behind me.

Lisha, wearing a white hip skirt, came up from behind me with a smile and snatched the thing from my hand.

"Fiona, I'm so sorry. This is mine."

Her smile was full of provocation.

Charlie had always been strict about his work. No outsiders were allowed to come in his research.

Even I, his wife, had only been here a handful of times in the 18 years we had been married.

But Lisha was here.

She could eat here, walk around here freely, and even her cosmetics could be placed in the most important position.

But I didn’t want to care about these anymore.

I gritted my teeth and asked her, "Where are the quick-acting heart pills that were originally placed here?"

Lisha smiled, "I threw it away."

She kept smiling.

"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.

I held my son's urn and drank every day.

It wasn't until two weeks later that Charlie called me.

His voice was as cold as ever.

"Tomorrow is my sister's birthday party. She was much loved. My mother asked you to bring Sam back to the Hale house so that we can celebrate together."

There was a faint sound of a woman's breathing beside him.

Before I even got a chance to say anything, he hung up the phone.

I stared coldly at my phone.

I couldn't help but hug my son's urn tightly.

I would take my son there.

And I would make you pay!

The next day, when I arrived at the Hale house, I found that everyone was there, even Lisha was there.

Lisha was hugged by Audrey Hale affectionately and was about to be brought to Charlie.

"Lisha, I've always felt that you and my brother are meant to be together. I'm sure that only you can be my sister-in-law!

"I didn't expect that after all these years, you would be with my brother!"

Audrey spoke without thinking. Everyone in her family had gotten used to it.

When she said such inappropriate words, everyone thought it was normal and even laughed.

I was the only one standing by and watching them coldly.

Audrey seemed to notice my gaze. She turned around and glared at me with disgust.

"Fiona, why are you being so rude?

"My mom and my brother both asked you to bring Sam over. Why are you the only one here? Where's Sam?"

Hearing Audrey's words, Charlie immediately changed his face.

"Fiona, what's wrong with you? Where's Sam?"

I spoke coldly, looking around at all of them with a cold gaze.

Then I looked at Charlie's face. "You still remember your son?"

Charlie was exposed and felt a little embarrassed.

"Fiona, today is Audrey's birthday. Why are you making a fuss?

"If Sam doesn't come, you should go home!"

Charlie gave me the cold shoulder without hesitation, and the people around me were chattering and laughing.

Especially Audrey and Lisha, they looked at me with smug and provocative expressions, just wanting to see me make a fool of myself.

But I just smiled coldly. "Sam is here."

Everyone was quiet. They looked around but didn't see Sam.

Then they looked at me like I was crazy. "Is this woman crazy? Where is Sam?"

I took the dark, cold urn out of my bag and placed it in front of them.

"Here."