"F*ck! Who the hell prescribed Oxycodone?"
"Why are you yelling? Why are you angry?"
"Why am I angry? Do you even know what Oxycodone is?"
"What drug? Isn't it a legal painkiller? Isn't it the drug you're promoting?"
"I'm promoting? I, I..."
Fulton was really about to lose it; he never imagined his daughter would end up using Oxycodone.
She's so young.
She's so adorable.
She...
But what his wife said left Fulton speechless.
Alright, in fact, even if his anger exploded, it wasn't in the hospital room.
He had pulled his wife into the emergency exit.
There was basically no one around.
Then he exploded.
Which means, deep inside, Fulton also knew some things couldn't be said.
And actually, judging by her husband's current behavior.
It made Mrs. Fulton very worried.
Sure, they both actually knew this Oxycodone was problematic.
To be blunt, they also both knew this drug shouldn't be used on kids.
Even if Mrs. Fulton didn't know at first, she knows now, and she's certain.
