“Damn you to hell, Corrine Foxworth,” I shouted at the top of my lungs, “if you don’t take your son to a hospital! You think you can do anything you want with us, and no one will find out! Well, you can throw away that security blanket, for I’ll find a way for revenge, if it takes me the rest of my life, I’ll see that you pay, and dearly pay, if you don’t do something right now to save Cory’s life.
