When Brad got home, he heard his wife moaning in pain.

The eyes of this salesman in his early forties couldn't help but darken.

He looked at the photos hanging on the wall. Among those photos were photos of him and his wife.

They were still young at that time, and they were full of sunshine at that time.

In the photo, they are laughing heartily and their eyes are shining, as if suffering and darkness will never find them.

But last year, everything changed.

My wife is suffering from a serious illness and everything she can do has been done.

Brad sold his house and car.

All the money they got was spent on his wife's treatment, so they started renting a house and started to live frugally.

They have lived a life they originally thought they would never live.

Even so, his wife's condition worsened day by day.

I groan in pain every day.

Because of her serious illness, the originally gentle and beautiful woman became...

Now he speaks viciously and has a ferocious expression.

Brad never knew that illness could change a person.

He knew that it was not his wife's fault, it was the virus that tortured her and made her want to vent.

But even so, Brad wanted to escape from here more than one day.

Escape from this hell.

But he can't do it.

He loved that woman deeply and never forgot his marriage vows.

So he forced himself to stay with his wife and forced himself to live in this hell.

"Brad!"

"Where have you been!"

"Give me the medicine quickly!"

"It hurts me to death!"

"Brad, you bastard, did you run away!"

The wife cursed in the room again.

Brad sighed, opened the room, and saw the skinny woman on the hospital bed.

Because of chemotherapy, my wife’s hair was originally shiny and thick.

It's all gone now.

Her features were sunken, her eyes were cloudy, and her expression was vicious.

Seeing the door open, she picked up the air conditioner remote control nearby and smashed it over.

"I thought you died outside!"

"Look, Brad."

"The way you look at me now is full of disgust."

"You already dislike me, right?"

"Why, which pretty girl do you like?"

"It's Sonya who works in the bar next door."

"Still that Mary who works as a cashier in the supermarket?"

Brad sighed and said, "I'll get you medicine right away."

"I don't want you to be pitiful!"

"You go!"

"Get out of here!" The woman was so angry for no reason that she forgot her pain and roared like a lioness.

Brad covered his face and said, "Dear, there is a new drug."

"It's possible to cure you."

"I have contacted the seller."

"He should be arriving soon."

At this time, the doorbell rang outside.

"Coming."

"You wait a moment."

"You'll feel better soon."

Brad ran out, as if to escape from the room, and quickly came to the door.

Open.

Outside the door was a black man, wearing a gold-plated necklace and dressed very flashy.

A pair of gold-plated leather shoes under his feet blinded Brad.

"You're in luck, Mr. Bullard."

"There's only one left of this thing."

The black man looked around, then carefully took out a box from his pocket.

He opened the box and found an injection inside.

Brad looked at the black man and said, "It better be as useful as you say, otherwise, I won't let you go."

"Damn, this is my last deposit."

He took out two hundred dollars and put it in the black man's hand.

The black man glanced at the watch on Brad's hand, and then said with a smile: "Sir, because this is the last one, the price has increased."

"I wouldn't sell it without $500."

Brad's face changed: "How could you do this?"

"I can do it because I am a seller."

The black man pointed at Brad's watch: "Of course, if you are willing to give me this watch, I won't charge you 200 yuan."

"You are such a vampire!" Brad said bitterly, but still took off his watch.

He looked at the watch with great nostalgia: "My wife gave this to me."

"This way, I'll leave it with you for the time being."

"I'd buy it back for three hundred dollars."

The black man had already put the watch on his hand, and then handed the injection to Brad: "Then you'd better hurry up, otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't sell this watch."

Then he sang some country music and left.

Brad closed the door, returned to the house, and took out the pill: "Honey, this is the pill I told you."

"They say this medicine pack cures all diseases."

The wife looked at the suspicious syringe: "Brad, isn't this poison?"

"You want to get rid of me?"

"You want to kill me!"

Brad explained: "No, it's not what you think."

"Believe me, it took all my savings and the watch you gave me."

"No."

"Help!"

"Help!" the woman shouted.

Brad desperately jumped on the bed and easily controlled his already very weak wife.

Gave her the injection.

I don’t know if it contains sedatives. After the injection, the woman’s eyes were dull and she became quiet.

Brad panted, came under the bed, and looked at his wife expectantly.

This is his last resort.
To be continued...