Our son accidentally scalded my husband's childhood sweetheart's hand.
My husband immediately chopped off his palm and said, "You're so vicious at such a young age, just like your mother, with that disgusting blood running through your veins!"
Our son cried out in agony, but my husband drove him out of the house and ordered him to buy burn ointment for his childhood sweetheart.
But our son was in so much pain he couldn't see where he was going. He fell into the lake and drowned. The water turned red with blood as I held him and sobbed uncontrollably.
I called my husband, but he was utterly impatient:
"A severed palm can be reattached. I was just teaching him a lesson!"
"If we don't discipline him now, are we supposed to regret it later when he becomes a murderer?"
But when he saw our son's body, he went mad:
"I only chopped off half his palm. How could he have died?"
