Chapter 3
In the midst of the standoff, a figure rushed over and grabbed Liam.
“Liam, are you alright?”
It was my mother–in–law, Sally Powell. Her eyes were filled with concern as she looked at Liam’s swollen face. Then, she turned to me, her face brimming with anger.
“Layla! How could you hit Liam like that? You’re acting like a complete shrew!
“Mia’s condition is beyond hope now, and it’s not Liam’s fault. Stop taking it out on him!
“And what’s wrong with signing the organ donation form? The dead can’t come back to life! Are you planning to keep her body at home forever?”
As Sally grew more agitated, her words became increasingly absurd. I could not control my anger and my eyes were red with fury. I raised my hand and slapped Liam hard across his left cheek.
Two slaps in a row left him completely stunned. Sally was completely caught off guard. She screamed as she rushed to check his face. She was clearly heartbroken.
I looked coldly at my hand, now red from the impact.
“Does it hurt? Good. Only a parent truly feels the pain of their own child.
“Get out! Say one more word, and I’ll throw this thermos at you!”
Sally glared at me and her lips were trembling with rage. “Shrew! You’re nothing but a shrew!”
The scene descended into chaos. Liam was barely containing his anger and he demanded, ” Layla, have you slapped and yelled enough? Have you vented enough yet?
“Come sign the form! There’s nothing more to say. You nodded in the doctor’s office earlier. You can’t go back on it!”
