My Son Was Kidnapped, but I Was Leisurely Watching a Movie

Kidnappers kidnapped my son. The whole family was frantic with anxiety, but I arrived late. Seeing my leisurely look, the kidnapper was furious and asked me to trade my life for my son's. Everyone advised me to charge for love, but I slowly chewed melon seeds and pointed at my husband: "He is the father of the child, and it would be more appropriate to sacrifice his life." During the dispute, my son really fell off a cliff and died. I didn't cry or make trouble, and even stopped the family from burying the child. The matter quickly came to the forefront. Everyone accused me of being an unfit mother and asked me to give up the company and die as an apology. Netizens found out about my life experience and called me rich and unkind. My son must have been kidnapped by my enemies because I did something wrong. Faced with everyone's doubts, I ended up joining the scolding battle: "What kind of skill is it to expose me? If you have the ability to reveal the identity of the kidnapper."