My husband, although angry, reluctantly agreed because he didn’t want to cause a problem.
As for me, from the day of my mother-in-law’s wedding, I felt a strange restlessness that I couldn’t describe. After the wedding, my mother-in-law and “Uncle Hugo” moved into her room.
Strangely, for a whole week, the two of them didn’t leave the room. At every meal, I had to knock on the door to call them, but all I got was a response from inside: “Leave it there, daughter, I’ll eat it later.” I started to worry.
At first, I thought she was embarrassed and didn’t want to go out for fear of rumors. But on the eighth day, when the house was almost out of food and her room was still closed, I decided to go in to see what was going on.
The scene before me shocked me. The room was dark, with the curtains closed. The air was stifling, smelling of mold as if it hadn’t been aired in a long time. In bed, my mother-in-law was unconscious, her face pale, her eyes sunken, and her mouth dry.
And Hugo, her young husband, wasn’t in the room. I shouted for my husband. We both rushed her to the hospital.
Test results showed she was exhausted, severely dehydrated, and physically weakened. The doctor added, “The family should pay more attention. The patient hasn’t eaten or drunk anything for many days; it’s very dangerous.” And what happened to Hugo? He had disappeared without a trace. My husband, trembling, took his mother’s phone and checked her bank transactions. The savings account of nearly 800,000 pesos had been emptied just three days after the wedding. All the wedding gold she kept in the safe was also gone.
