Mark’s face turned pale.
He remembered.
“Of course… of course it was in the past,” he tried.
“Eleanor, why are you so vindictive? To err is human.”
“Wandering is forgetting to buy milk,” I snapped.
“Kicking out your own child because of a disability isn’t a mistake. It’s a crime. It’s cruel.”
My breathing quickened.
I forced myself to calm down.
I couldn’t lose control of myself.
I had to maintain elegance in the face of destruction.
“Do you know what the greatest irony is, Mark?” I asked, softening my voice again.
“You once mocked my son’s body. You said his leg was ugly. You said he was useless.”
“Now look at your leg. Who’s disabled now? Who’s useless now?”
Mark looked at his heavily bandaged foot.
The bandage was soaked in yellow fluid and blood.
“I need treatment, Eleanor,” he said plaintively.
“If you’re truly a shareholder here, please consider this a charitable act. I was your husband. We loved each other once.”
“Love?” I laughed humorlessly.
“You loved my young body. When I became a sloppy mother, you rejected me.”
“Now you beg for mercy in the name of your former love.”
“There was no love between us, Mark. Just karmic debt.”
I pointed to the charity form.
“Do you want this signature? Do you want to save your life?”
Mark nodded quickly.
“Yes. Yes, please. I’ll do anything. Anything. I’ll apologize. I’ll kneel and beg if I have to.”
I smiled faintly.
“It’s not me you need to beg. It’s the medical authority in this room.”
I turned to Leo and nodded slightly.
The time has come.
The stage was ready.
Mark lost his spirit.
He was desperate.
He was ready for the final blow.
Leo slowly raised his hands.
He touched the straps of the mask.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
He took off his reading glasses and placed them on the desk.
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