Betrayal and Reckoning in Hornet's Venom

My husband's parents were stung by an unidentified venomous queen hornet and rushed to the hospital. As soon as I heard the news, I hurried to the entomology research institute to seek help from my husband, who was the director, hoping he could assist the doctors with the diagnosis.

Instead, he called for security to block me at the entrance.

"I don't handle work matters after hours," he said coldly. "Penny's mother is sick, and I need to go take care of her."

I tried to show him the critical condition notice from the hospital, but he tore it up in one swift motion.