Compared to their agitation, my emotions were excessively calm, like a robot without any fluctuation. "You refused to transfer the money for the surgery, missing the kidney source. She died of a heart attack due to anger."
Harris's expression was one of disbelief, his face looking unusually grim as he asked me, "The fifty thousand was for my mom's surgery, not your mom?"
I repeated his words with a cold face. "My mom has always been healthy. She doesn't need surgery."
He was stunned, unable to believe how sharp-tongued I had become.
His eyes were fixed on mine, but he was pained by the contempt and loathing in my gaze.
He seemed to remember something and suddenly spoke in a long-unseen gentle tone.
"Rachel, are you upset because I left my mom to you alone? Have you been so tired from taking care of her in the hospital recently that you're lying to scare me?
"If that's the case, when I get home, I'll take over so you can rest and enjoy yourself for a few days."
I shook my head. "No need."
Linda was already reduced to ashes; she didn't need care anymore.