She accused me of intentionally trying to make her grandson stupid because she thought the machines in the checkup room would affect the baby's intelligence.
Cathy was naturally weak, and although she was nervous, she didn't dare to speak up.
But I convinced her based on my responsibility for the future of the White family.
So the next morning, while my mother went to the town to do some shopping, I secretly took Cathy to the hospital for a checkup.
The result was that Cathy was not even pregnant, and there was a five-pound stone in her stomach.
Back home, I didn't hide the truth and told my mother about it.
My mother went crazy immediately and choked me, accusing me of having bad intentions.
She said that it was because I said there was something wrong with Cathy's baby that I brought bad luck to him.
Cathy didn't want to take the responsibility either and said that I must have used some evil magic to curse the baby. Otherwise, how could her stomach baby suddenly turn into a stone?
My mother and Cathy were also afraid of not being able to explain to my brother who was working hard in a distant city.
One afternoon, they tricked me into a field in the mountains and beat me to death.