Fortunately, I returned to the hospital just in time, and Timmy's condition stabilized. I couldn't move past Brenda's words, though.

I wanted to get revenge on her. Since she didn't want to see Timmy, she wouldn't be able to do so for the rest of her life! I would make her live in regret forever!

Firstly, I had Timmy transferred to a hospital in the suburbs. Then, I asked Brenda out under the guise of needing her to sign a sale & purchase agreement for another new place.

I asked her to meet me at a funeral parlor.

Brenda came in, covering her nose and looking disdainful. "Why did you choose to meet at such a horrible place?"

I feigned devastation as I pulled out a document. I said, "I think you'll find the place much better with this."

When she saw that it was a property deed, her face immediately lit up. She started digging through her bag for a pen. There were too many documents to sign, so she scrawled out her signature without even looking at some of them. Then, she handed the stack back to me and asked when the place would be ready.

I scoffed and said, "Since you're here, you should attend this funeral."

Brenda's expression darkened, sounding pissed as she snapped, "Are you crazy? Do you have to give me this much trouble just because I didn't go to the hospital to see Timmy? The more you act like this, the more I hate him! This just makes me reluctant to see him!"

I chuckled darkly. "That's fine. You won't be able to see him ever again, anyway."

"What does that mean? Why won't I see him anymore?"

I pointed at the large screen behind her and said, "One of the documents you just signed is an agreement to cremate Timmy's body. Look, the screen is showing his name."

She stared at the screen, which read, "Timmy Moore, five years old. Deluxe cremation furnace."

Her eyes widened in shock before she turned back to me and grabbed the stack of documents I held. She flipped through them for a long time before finding the cremation agreement.

Then, she screamed hysterically, "How can this be? It's impossible! It was just an allergic reaction! I don't believe this! I want to see him!"

Her franticity was laughable. I pointed at the furnace and shouted, "Go ahead, then! Go look at him in there! All you'll see are ashes! Or maybe you'd like to go straight to the underworld to see him now? Maybe you'll catch a glimpse of his soul!"

That seemed to make her snap to her senses. She ran to the room where the cremation furnace was. Coincidentally, she saw a fresh pile of ashes being placed into Timmy's urn.

Brenda broke down in that moment. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed on the floor. She shrieked, "This can't be true! That's not my son! That's not my Timmy! It can't be him!"