The Explosion Took the Wrong Child

On New Year's Eve, my sister-in-law Rachel's son threw a firecracker into the manhole cover behind my son.

After a deafening explosion, my son collapsed on the ground, not breathing.

I rushed forward, demanding her son pay with his life.

Rachel said it was just an accident.

She tossed me fifty thousand dollars and told me not to ruin everyone's holiday mood.

The whole family urged me to be magnanimous, forcing me to sign a settlement agreement.

In the end, I was completely exhausted and committed suicide on my son's death anniversary.