My son was overjoyed when he received a scholarship to a prestigious school and couldn’t wait to share the good news with me. On our way to buy him a new computer as a reward, we were suddenly attacked by a knife-wielding thug. In that split second, my son bravely stepped in front of me to protect me. Though I was unharmed, my son was severely injured and rushed to the hospital! With tears in his eyes, my husband said: “Honey, the doctor says our son’s condition is critical. Only you, with your surgical expertise, can perform this operation.” My father-in-law, too, pleaded with tears: “Sunny got hurt protecting you. You have to save him!” My mother-in-law’s body trembled as she nearly knelt before me, begging me to save our son. I extended my hand coldly, revealing a shallow cut on my wrist: “I’m sorry. My hand is injured. I can’t perform the surgery.” “Sunny was so excited about the scholarship that he rushed off to tell you the good news without even packing his things.” “He was fine when he left home. How could he suddenly end up in the emergency room?!” My mother-in-law arrived at the hospital, full of confusion and anxiety, questioning me. Calmly seated outside the hospital room, I replied: “He did come to the company to share the scholarship news with me.” “He wanted to celebrate with a meal, and as we reached the restaurant entrance, the thug charged at me.” “Sunny pushed me out of harm’s way with all his strength to save me. I was unharmed, but he was gravely injured.” Upon hearing my account, my mother-in-law burst into uncontrollable tears. My father-in-law sighed deeply: “This child has always been so brave and devoted. In a life-or-death moment, he valued your safety above his own.” Despite his deep sorrow, my husband Declan tried to comfort me: “Don’t blame yourself too much.” “Sunny has always been close to you. He did this to ensure your safety. As long as you’re okay, he can endure this.” Declan’s voice was gentle, and his concern was sincere and deep. Hearing this, my father-in-law nodded and added: “Yes, Hazel, Sunny has always been close to you. You have to stay strong and not let him worry.” My mother-in-law blamed herself, “It’s all my fault. I should have been with Sunny.” “If I were there, I wouldn’t have let anything happen to either of you, even at the cost of my life!” Even though Sunny is their beloved child and they know he’s in critical condition because of me, they suppress their grief to comfort me, not putting any pressure on me. Seeing their concerned faces, I remained silent.
During the rescue, critical condition notices kept arriving. Sunny’s situation was extremely severe. As everyone anxiously waited, the attending doctor emerged from the operating room with a grave expression. He walked straight to me and urgently said, “Dr. Hazel, the patient’s condition is very dangerous. We’ve done everything we can.” “You’re a surgical expert. If you perform the surgery, there’s a slim chance of survival for the patient!” Hearing this, my father-in-law immediately pleaded with me: “Hazel, Sunny got hurt saving you. You can’t let anything happen to him!” My mother-in-law wiped her tears and added, her voice trembling: “Yes, Hazel, Sunny is still so young with a bright future ahead. You have to save him!” Declan looked at me earnestly: “Honey, Sunny’s life is in your hands.” The three of them placed their hope in me, their eyes filled with worry and pleading. But I calmly extended my hand, showing the shallow cut on my wrist, and said: “Sorry, my hand is injured. It’s not convenient for me to perform surgery.” My refusal left everyone stunned. The attending doctor was bewildered: “Dr. Hazel, it’s just a small cut. It won’t affect the surgery at all!” “The patient is in critical condition. Every minute of delay could be fatal for him.” Hearing this, my mother-in-law anxiously cried, pleading with me: “Hazel, the doctor said your injury doesn’t matter. Sunny’s situation can’t wait. Please go save him!” My father-in-law, with tearful eyes, said to me: “Hazel, Sunny is your biological son. He risked his life for you. Are you really going to watch him die on the operating table?” Declan looked at me with worry: “Hazel, are you hurt somewhere else?” With that, Declan started examining me carefully, as if convinced there was something I wasn’t saying. But I remained indifferent and replied coldly: “No need to check. Thanks to Sunny saving me in time, I’m completely fine.” Hearing this, Declan became agitated: “Then why won’t you save Sunny? Don’t you know how sensible and loving he is?” “The first thing he said when he got the scholarship was that you would be proud of him, so he couldn’t wait to tell you.” “He risked his life to save you, and now you’re leaving him to die?!” Even the usually gentle Declan couldn’t hold back his anger. My mother-in-law frowned, confused, and said: “Hazel, you’re the most important and admired person in Sunny’s heart. He studied hard and got the scholarship to make you happy.” “He protected you with everything he had. How can you abandon him at such a critical moment?” My father-in-law, devastated, pleaded with me: “Yes, if Sunny knew that the mother he always looked up to didn’t care about his life and death, how desperate would he be?” I looked at the three of them, who were heartbroken, and responded earnestly: “The hospital has a rule against performing surgery on direct relatives.” “I can’t break hospital rules.” “I can’t do this surgery.”
After saying this, I didn’t wait for their reaction and got up to leave. “Dr. Hazel, is the hospital rule more important than your son’s life?” “If even you don’t help, the patient really has no chance of survival!” The attending doctor called after me, trying to stop me. But I remained indifferent and resolute, leaving without looking back. As I reached the hospital entrance, my in-laws and Declan caught up with me. My mother-in-law knelt in front of me, begging: “Hazel, I’m begging you. You can’t leave. If you leave, Sunny has no hope!” Her public kneeling drew the attention of people around. “Isn’t that Dr. Hazel, the surgical expert? What’s going on?” “I heard her son got stabbed by a thug trying to save her, and now she’s leaving him to die while her family begs her!” Hearing the story, those present were filled with righteous indignation: “I never expected Dr. Hazel, who seemed so responsible with patients, to be so cold to her own son?” “She was probably just putting on a show before. How can she truly care for patients if she’s so heartless to her child?” “Exactly, what kind of mother leaves her child to die? She’s no different from a demon!” “Even a tiger wouldn’t harm its cubs. It’s a pity her son, so filial and brave, risked his life to save such a cruel mother!” The crowd’s curses flew, and they all branded me as a villain. Even those patients and families I had helped before, who respected me, now looked at me with disdain and disgust. Amidst the crowd’s gossip, my father-in-law, wiping tears, spoke to me earnestly: “Hazel, I can’t believe you’re really such a cold and heartless person.” “When you gave birth to Sunny, you almost died from a difficult labor but kept telling the doctor to save the child.” “You said this child was more important than your life and that you’d do anything as long as he survived.” “Sunny is the child you risked your life for. You wouldn’t just stand by and watch him die because of you, right?!” With tears streaming down his face, my father-in-law looked at me with eyes full of pleading and hope. But I remained unmoved, just quietly watching him without saying a word. Declan, seeing my indifference, became increasingly anxious, his voice rising: “Hazel , lying in that operating room is your son, who protected you with his life!” “Are you really going to be so heartless?!”
I looked at them, speaking seriously: “I’m truly powerless.” I once again refused, decisively. This shattered the hope in Declan and my in-laws’ eyes instantly. The emotions of the onlookers were completely ignited. They hurled the most vicious curses and insults at me. Some even took out their phones, filming me, starting live streams. They accused me of all sorts of evil deeds to a wider audience. Suddenly, every live stream was condemning me. Whether or not I should save my son became a trending topic online. “If she wanted to save her son, she would’ve done it by now. Why wait until now?” “Exactly. Look at her indifferent face. It’s obvious she’s heartless!” “If not for the live stream, I couldn’t have imagined a mother like this exists.” “Her son is dying to save her, and she’s acting like nothing’s wrong. It’s disgusting!” The internet was filled with curses against me. The angry crowd threw fruit peels and paper scraps at me. I stood, like a lamb to the slaughter, amid a pile of trash, enduring endless insults. “She could have saved her son long ago if she had wanted to. Why wait until now?” “Exactly, just look at her cold expression. She clearly lacks any compassion!” “If I hadn’t watched the live stream, I wouldn’t have believed there could be such a mother.” “Her son is on the brink of death trying to save her, and she acts completely unfazed. It’s repulsive!” The internet was flooded with insults targeting me. Angry onlookers hurled fruit peels and scraps of paper in my direction. I stood there, overwhelmed by the barrage of insults, feeling utterly helpless. Declan’s emotions were at their breaking point. The tenderness and affection in his gaze were gone, replaced by unending anger. “Hazel, I’m asking you one last time. Are you going to save Sunny?” Declan was livid. His bloodshot eyes looked ready to burst. Yet, I remained calm and resolute: “I won’t sacrifice my career for personal reasons.” Slap! No sooner had I finished speaking than Declan, unable to restrain himself, slapped me hard across the face. “So your so-called career is more important than your own son’s life?!” “Hazel, I refuse to stand by and watch Sunny die in the operating room.” “Today, you must save Sunny!” “If anything happens to Sunny, I’ll make sure you join him!” With those words, Declan roughly dragged me towards the hospital’s operating room. His parents followed closely behind. The crowd applauded, and live-stream cameras captured every moment. In the live stream comments, viewers were thrilled to see Declan finally take a stand. The entire scene was buzzing with excitement. However, as Declan dragged me to the operating room door… The doors suddenly opened. The attending physician emerged, sighing deeply: “The patient couldn’t be saved. He’s already gone.”
In the stunned silence, my son’s body was wheeled out. Declan and his father rushed forward, crying out in grief. My mother-in-law spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed. Meanwhile, I silently took out my phone and dialed the police: “Hello, I’d like to report a crime.” “My son was murdered.” Before the person on the other end could respond, Declan stormed over and knocked the phone from my hand. Gritting his teeth, he accused: “Hazel, you still have the nerve to call the police?” “You killed our son.” “You upset my mom so much she spat blood.” “Are you satisfied now?!” Declan’s veins bulged on his forehead, his voice booming. His eyes bore into mine with an unprecedented fury. My father-in-law, supporting his weakened wife, spoke with tears and a trembling voice: “Hazel, how could we have trusted someone as heartless as you?” “What did we do to deserve this from you?” “Our family was destroyed by you!” His words were full of genuine sorrow and regret. Having me as a daughter-in-law felt like his life’s greatest shame. Seeing Declan and my father-in-law so outraged, the crowd also joined in. “This woman killed her own son and still has the nerve to call the police?” “Is she trying to have herself arrested?” “How could someone so heartless have such awareness?” “It’s sickening. Why isn’t it her who’s dead?” The people were furious, hurling angry curses at me. The live stream comments scrolled rapidly with unrestrained condemnation, cursing me to hell. With everyone hating me because of my son’s death, they all wished I’d just disappear. But under their resentful gazes, I looked at Declan and his parents, their eyes red from crying. I couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. Seeing this, Declan’s brows furrowed, struggling to contain his anger, he asked in a low voice: “What are you laughing at?” “Our son is dead, and you can still laugh?” My mother-in-law, after catching her breath, looked at me weakly and said: “This is a sin!” “My poor Sunny, how did he end up with such a cold-hearted mother?” “How did our family end up with such a heartless daughter-in-law?” “Your own son died, and as a mother, you can still laugh.” She was heartbroken. For Sunny and for the misplaced trust. Seeing her heartbroken and angry face. I just laughed: “Stop pretending.” Hearing this, Declan grew even more furious: “Pretending?” He pointed at our son’s body, full of resentment: “Sunny’s body is right in front of you. He died saving you, and you didn’t shed a single tear. You think our grief is just an act?” “Hazel, you’re a heartless monster!” “You don’t deserve a son as good as Sunny!” Declan’s anguished roar resonated with the onlookers. Everyone stopped being silent and began to scream insults at me. The live stream comments were unrelenting, showing the deepest malice. Facing all those eyes wanting to tear me apart, I smiled. I did something that shocked everyone… In the eyes of the entire audience, I raised my hand and slapped Declan hard across the face. Slap! The crisp sound of the slap made the noisy scene fall silent. Everyone looked at me in disbelief. Nobody expected that the accused villain, me, would dare to strike first and slap Declan publicly.
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