The Daughter’s Final Entrustment chapter 3

Mr. Johnson didn’t dare to leave. He waited hungrily until 2 p.m. His throat was so dry that it was about to smoke. Finally, he waited until Tom sold the last piece of meat. He forced a smile and stepped forward, waiting for Tom to give him the money. But Tom said angrily, “I’m going to use this money to buy pigs today. Come back next month.”

After waiting for so long, was this all he got? Tom’s pocket was bulging. Could he really be short of $800? Hadn’t he given Mr. Johnson enough trouble for this money? Even a cornered rabbit will bite. Mr. Johnson felt his whole body on fire. He blocked Tom and said, “No, my daughter needs the money urgently for treatment. If you don’t give me the money today, you’re not going anywhere.”

Tom squinted his eyes, spat, and sneered. He shook his head and said, “Your daughter’s illness has nothing to do with me. I admit I owe you money. Go and sue me in court. Even if the court orders me to pay, it depends on whether I’m willing or not. Get out of here. I don’t have time to waste with you!” After saying that, he turned to leave.

Waste of time? A matter of life and death was a waste of time? Mr. Johnson’s face turned white first, then red with anxiety, and finally purple with anger in less than two seconds. He grabbed Tom desperately and said, “No, I don’t believe you’re more heartless than a villain. Give me the money!”

Tom sneered and said, “What? I’ll be a heartless guy today. What can you do? There’s a knife here. Do you dare to touch me?” Saying that, he waved the shiny butcher’s knife in front of Mr. Johnson. Mr. Johnson reached out to block it, and the knife cut his arm, and blood oozed out.

Seeing Mr. Johnson let go, Tom ignored him and started to pack up his things to leave. Mr. Johnson was so desperate that he snatched the knife and shouted at Tom, “You’re not going anywhere without giving me the money.” Their commotion attracted many onlookers.

Seeing people gathering around, Tom felt embarrassed. He just wanted to get rid of Mr. Johnson quickly. So he shrugged his arm and punched Mr. Johnson hard. This punch made all the pent – up anger in Mr. Johnson explode. With a strange cry, he stabbed Tom with the knife, and Tom fell to the ground.

The people around exclaimed, “Murderer, murderer!” Looking at the blood – soaked Tom, Mr. Johnson was stunned, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang…

Mr. Johnson was detained. Lily could only be taken care of by her classmates in turn. The local welfare department allocated some relief funds, and the hospital also agreed to reduce the treatment fees as much as possible. However, Lily’s condition worsened due to worry. Even in her dreams, she was shouting, “Don’t take my dad away… Dad, it’s all my fault…”

At this time, Mr. Johnson also missed his daughter very much. He couldn’t let her go. He would be willing to kowtow ten times to anyone who could let him see his daughter.

One day, Mr. Johnson was taken to the warden’s office. He pleaded, “Can I see my daughter?” The warden didn’t say a word. He just sighed heavily and handed Mr. Johnson a letter.

Mr. Johnson took the letter with a trembling hand. It read: