My Brother Pulled Out My Mom's Oxygen TubeChapter 1
My mother's condition had taken a turn for the worse, and she desperately needed a ventilator. But my brother, Dr. James Johnson, decided to give it to his "Second Mom," Sophia Brown.
That night, while my mother, suffering from a severe infection, passed away in agony, Sophia, who was healthy and wealthy, was discharged and went out with James to a fancy restaurant to celebrate her birthday.
As I was making arrangements for my mother's cremation, James posted a picture on Instagram of himself happily hugging Sophia, with a caption that read, "Happy Birthday to my mom on Mother's Day! You'll always be my mom!"
When I called him to tell him about our mother's death, he erupted in fury, shouting, "You and her should both be dead! Lying mother and daughter!"
As he wished, I was later killed in a car accident. When he saw the urns containing my mother's and my ashes, he lost it and killed his "Second Mom."
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When I brought my struggling mother to the hospital, I saw James attending to a plump woman with gentle care, speaking softly to her.
Desperate for help, I rushed over and said, "Please, you have to help my mom. Her wound is infected and she's having trouble breathing!"
To my shock, James looked at me coldly, clearly annoyed.
"You need to follow hospital procedures. What does telling me do?"
His indifference was like a punch to the gut. But this was my mother. Even she weakly called out from behind,
"Let's not bother your brother; he has his job requirements."
With no other choice, I turned away and took my mother to register. I overheard James telling Sophia softly, "If you ever feel unwell again, just come to me directly. I've reserved a private room for you!"
I was stunned-- this plump woman was the "Second Mom" James had mentioned!
I wanted to confront him, but my mother's painful gasps drove me to find a doctor. The doctor said we needed a ventilator for her.
The cost was high, but I gritted my teeth and paid for it, then went out to grab some food.
As I rushed out, I saw James deep in thought. I grabbed him and said,
"James, Mom is really sick and needs a ventilator. Please check on her if you have time."
He looked surprised, "Mom is using a ventilator?"
I nodded, too anxious to think about the strange look in his eyes, and hurried off to get the food.