You Murdered My Mother for Your Mistres, Now You Must Pay the Price

The day before my birthday, Henry told me he was going to propose. And this morning, I found the ring box hidden in the pocket of his coat.

I was so excited that I canceled my business trip and planned to surprise him with a gift of my own that evening.

Just as I was on my way, I received the news that my mother had been in a car accident.

I hurried to the hospital, but there were barely any doctors on duty. I immediately called Henry Garrison, a senior physician, 99 times while crying, but he never picked up.