After Pampering My Brother

My three-year-old daughter was bitten by a vicious dog raised by my wife's younger brother, Albert Kent, and she almost lost her life. I went to reason with them, but my wife asked me to speak softly so as not to scare Albert's dog. "What are you shouting for? It's just a daughter. I'll give you a son another day." —— The day after I went on a business trip, I received a call from my mother, "Ruby was bitten by the dog raised by Albert. Come back quickly." Her voice choked on the phone, with a hint of anxiety. I was stunned, my heart racing, as I knew Albert had a large, half-man-high aggressive dog, and the consequences of being bitten by it were simply unimaginable. I was nervous all the way back, and my feet trembled uncontrollably several times. Although I was prepared, my legs gave way when I arrived at the hospital and learned about my daughter's condition. She had over 30 lacerations, some of which were deep enough to see the bone, and she was currently being treated in the emergency room. My parents' eyes were red from crying, and they knelt at the entrance to the emergency room, praying non-stop. They were even more distressed and guilty when they saw me, and they cried so hard that they almost passed out. But my wife was nowhere to be found, let alone Albert. I was so angry that I was shaking uncontrollably, and I had to lean against the wall for a long time before I calmed down. Finally, I learned from my mother that my wife, Ariana Mace, had taken our daughter back to her parents' house to play this morning. But in the afternoon, she received a call from my mother-in-law, asking her to bring Ruby back. "Ruby is too difficult to handle, and she has made a mess in my house. Come and take her back quickly." My mother-in-law had never liked children, so my mother didn't take her harsh words to heart. I thought maybe she was really annoyed by Ruby, so she spoke impolitely. My mother hurriedly rode her bike to pick up Ruby. When she arrived, she saw a black vicious dog tearing at Ruby. And Ruby was already covered in blood and fainted on the ground. My mother screamed and ran towards the dog. Her arms and legs were bitten, and finally, with the help of the neighbors, she managed to rescue my daughter from the dog's mouth. My mother cried uncontrollably, "It's all my fault for not taking good care of Ruby." Although she was bandaged, she was still covered in blood, and seeing her in that condition made my heart ache. The door to the emergency room opened, and the nurse handed me a critical care form to sign. "The child has lost too much blood, and the infection in the wound is not optimistic. But we will do our best to save her. You should sign the form first and go to pay the medical fees. We will immediately give her blood." At that moment, my brain went blank, and my legs felt like lead. I regained my senses after being urged by the nurse and ran to pay the fees. However, when I tried to pay with my card, I froze. There was only a few dollars left. There used to be over 500,000 dollars in the card. My daughter was still waiting for the money to be saved. I had no time to think about this. I borrowed money from my friends first to pay the medical fees. Finally, I called the bank's customer service hotline and was told that the money had been transferred out of the account last week. Besides me, the password for the bank card was only known by my wife, Ariana. I was furious.