On the day my mother-in-law had a car accident, she was in critical condition. Only her husband had the same rare blood type as hers. But my husband, who is a professor, is writing elementary school essays for his first love son. In my last life, I informed my husband in time, and my mother-in-law was rescued in time and saved her life. But his first love's son naughtily touched the electric switch, causing an explosion in the kitchen. First love and her son died tragically at home. After I took care of my mother-in-law until she was discharged from the hospital, my husband kidnapped me and I was bombed beyond recognition. I was reborn on the day my mother-in-law had a car accident. This time I directly blocked all contact information from my husband and turned off my mobile phone. This time, he should pass the essay on his first love son.
