My best friend was diagnosed with cancer, ran away from home and committed suicide.
She left only a suicide note and a pair of eight-year-old twins.
"The only person I can ask for in this world is you. I don't ask you to adopt me. I just want to give the child two mouthfuls of food."
I couldn't bear it and adopted these siblings.
In the past twenty years, my husband and I have worked together to buy cars and houses for our two children.
As a result, my adopted daughter turned around and went to the police station and accused my husband of being a scumbag with a human face and a heart of a beast.
The former dead best friend also suddenly came forward to identify her.
I asked her why she did this.
My bestie was heartbroken.
"I regard you as my best sister, but I didn't expect you to adopt a child just to serve your husband!"
The husband was ruined and imprisoned.
I ran around everywhere just to get an explanation, but my adopted son forced me to be sent to a mental hospital, and I died in depression.
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when my best friend was diagnosed with cancer.