Just because Shen Mo's dream girl accused my son of damaging her wax statue, he agreed to have her turn my son into a wax figure.
I knelt on the ground, begging him over and over to spare my son.
Shen Mo didn't care. He was even impatient.
"Do you know how important Yueyue's wax figure exhibition is? She worked so hard to put it together!"
"It's your fault for not watching Xiao Jie properly! I was only trying to scare him."
"Sis, don't worry. I'll leave breathing holes for Xiao Jie when I make him into a wax figure." Xu Qingyue lifted her chin and smiled disdainfully.
When my mother heard the news, she rushed to Shen Mo's dream girl's exhibition hall and made a scene, demanding that they save my son.
In a fit of rage, Shen Mo strapped my mother to the drop tower ride.
Under the blazing 42-degree sun, my mother's screams echoed again and again from the ride.
"Please, strap me up there instead! This is all my fault. My mother has heart disease. Please don't torture her like this!"
I knelt outside the break room, my forehead battered and bleeding.
Shen Mo ignored me, locked the break room door, and stayed inside with his dream girl, enjoying the air conditioning and eating watermelon.
After being sent up and down on the ride ninety-nine times, my mother suffered a heart attack and died in her seat.
My heart turned to ashes. I called the funeral home to make arrangements.
But Shen Mo slapped my phone out of my hand.
"What are you putting on this act for? Your mom's just asleep. She's not dead!"
