He glanced toward them and said, “Stop pretending to be kind. If you pity these two cheap women so much, why don’t you pay for the surgery yourselves?”
People were angry, but in a hospital, who wasn’t short on money?
Seeing that no one spoke up, Mike looked back at me. “You have three minutes to think. If you still want a divorce after that, then be ready to help pay off the loan.”
“Sign it,” Stella said to me, wiping away my tears. “Spending 40 thousand to see someone’s true face is worth it.”
I picked up the divorce papers and read them carefully.
After working so hard for this family all these years, now I was being kicked out with nothing.
The bitterness hit me so hard that tears fell uncontrollably again.
I wiped them away fiercely, then picked up the pen and signed my name.
“Go on being her holy saint. When she dies, you can bury her yourself. I’m starting a new life,” Mike said before walking away without looking back.
Inside the ward, Stella stayed silent. She had tried to hold herself together in front of him, but now her tears kept falling.
Her heart was broken—and I could see the fear of death in her eyes.
She had never truly realized that her illness could be fatal. I believed that too—until today, when Mike said it so bluntly.
I didn’t try to comfort her. Quietly, I walked out of the ward.
A few hours later, I arrived at the payment counter.
My credit score had always been good, so I took out various online loans totaling 17 thousand dollars.
And when I called the friends I’d helped over the years—people who knew my character—l one by one, they all did what they could.
After dozens of calls, I finally managed to gather the remaining 25 thousand dollars.
In the past, when my world collapsed, Stella was the one who held it up for me.
Now that her world was falling apart, it was my turn to hold it up for her.
Just as I was about to pay the hospital fees, Stella stopped me. She looked at me and said softly, “I’m sorry.”
“Come on, Stella, what are you apologizing for? It’s just 40 thousand. I’ve got it covered.”
“That’s not what I meant,” she said, her eyes complicated and heavy. “I lied to you.”
She handed me a medical report.
