Choosing One Life Over Many

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival.

Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives.

My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time.

Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote.

Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her finger while peeling a fruit.

My mom, dad, and other relatives were all in the emergency room. The doctor said that there were only two hours left before the time window for receiving a cure closed up.

I called my boyfriend, Harrison Somers, who promised to come with the cure. But two hours had already passed, and he still hadn't shown up.

I held my parents' hands tightly as I heard my relatives crying in agony beside me. I begged desperately for them to hold on.

My young nephew clung to the hem of my sleeve and sobbed, "Aunt Mikayla, you said Mr. Somers would save us. You lied!"

I couldn't hold back my tears. I sobbed uncontrollably as I watched them take their last breaths right in front of me.

At that moment, I was paralyzed by grief. A doctor supported me as I walked to the hallway outside dejectedly. My tears had already run dry by then. Yet, there was no reply from Harrison.

"Please accept my condolences, miss. I know how sad you must be feeling, but I still need to ask you to go and get the paperwork done," the doctor said softly.

I followed the nurse downstairs in a daze. But just as we reached the staircase, I saw Harrison walk in with his arm around a young woman.

"Why are you so careless?" he scolded her.

The woman replied, "Oh, it's just a little cut. It's no big deal. You're such a worrywart!"

Harrison frowned deeply. "That knife was rusty. What if you get an infection?"

I had never seen that expression on his face before. He seemed tense and worried.

When he looked up and saw me, he froze and blurted out, "Mikayla?"

I must've looked terrible with my red, swollen eyes. I didn't even know how I managed to walk up to him.

"Where's the medicine you promised me?" I asked, my voice trembling.

The woman giggled and spoke up. "Oh, so you're Harry's girlfriend? I'm so sorry about this. I accidentally cut myself. Harry was so worried about the cut that he drove me here to have it treated."

Fury surged within me, and my voice shook even more. "Where's the medicine, Harrison?"

He frowned and replied, "Alright, alright. I'll get someone to send