The Day I Was Killed by My Mother-in-law

Later on, things escalated until he fainted at work and was sent to the hospital.

It was those expired milk that caused it!

I didn't know how much he drank. Now his face was pale.

Because of the delay, the doctor said he had developed a stomach ulcer due to acute gastroenteritis.

That was as expected.

In my previous life, I discovered my daughter's situation early enough to prevent such issues.

He dragged himself up from the hospital bed and stared fiercely at his mother-in-law, "Saving money? Is this what saving money looks like? To save fifty bucks now costs me a thousand in hospital bills! And now I'm suffering in the hospital for no reason!"

He wanted to continue but I quickly interrupted him, "How can you say that? Mom only wants what's best for you! If it weren't for wanting to nourish you, would she go buy milk?"

I used his own words from his previous life against him.

In the past life, when Angela lay in bed sick, he showed no concern. Instead, he defended his mother like this.

He didn't want to bear the label of being unfilial and fell silent for a moment.

But he still wanted to argue a bit more.

"But..."

Feigning impatience, I said, "What's there to 'but'? Mom didn't mean any harm. Do you want her to feel guilty? She may not have achievements but she has put in effort!"

I returned all his previous words back at him.

But when it came to himself facing such a situation, he seemed unable to be magnanimous.

"Diana, you troublemaker."

"You can say that because it's not happening to you! If it were you lying here instead of me, would you still say such things?"

His emotions flared up as his frail body couldn't handle it. He suddenly coughed twice.

I crossed my arms and leaned down to look at him.

"Of course I could. She's our mom."

I used his own words from his past life to shut him down completely.

My mouth is mine. I can say whatever I want.

"Besides, it's just a case of good intentions leading to bad outcomes. Do you really need to make such a big deal out of it? Aren't you always priding yourself on being a devoted son?"

He was caught off guard by my words and fell silent completely—only able to grind his teeth in frustration and swallow it down.

But his mother spoke up at an inopportune moment.

"It was your wife who said expired milk is fine to drink that made me give it to you."

David glanced at his mother and then at me with sharp eyes, waiting for my response.

Feigning surprise, I looked towards my mother-in-law, "Weren't you telling your friends that you bought expired milk for feeding dogs in the neighborhood? I meant dogs can drink this expired milk..."

I left the rest unsaid—the silence left ample room for imagination.