My mother-in-law's eyes widened, and she reached out to slap me.
I dodged and pointed to the top of the wardrobe.
"It's up there, I didn't say I wouldn't give it."
"Besides, we're all family, so just use it."
Hearing my words, my son's face immediately lit up with a smile, and he quickly stretched out his hand to reach it.
As he reached, he muttered complaints about why I put it so high.
Luca Marsh is already eighteen this year, but he is only 1.65 meters tall.
In my last life, I tried everything to make him grow taller, but my mother-in-law learned about the leg-lengthening surgery from somewhere.
She insisted on taking my son for it.
I was worried about the risks of the surgery and didn't give her the money, but she secretly took a loan and took Luca to the hospital.
Unexpectedly, the surgery led to an infection, and Luca had to have his leg amputated.
He blamed me for not taking good care of him.
My mother-in-law also blamed me, saying that if I had given the money earlier, this might not have happened.
At this moment, I was crossing my arms, watching the jubilant figures of my son and mother-in-law with a cold smile.
If they were so eager to meet their fate, then I might as well let them.