I put my phone down and curved my lips into a subtle smile. "It’s nothing. I must’ve accidentally turned on notifications. I’ll turn them off in a bit. Aren’t you busy with the meeting for the new project today? You should go."
He didn’t suspect anything, but I could see the relief in his eyes.
Gently, he pulled me into his arms. "Thank you for understanding, my love. I need to push forward with the upcoming projects so we can have time for our wedding."
I didn’t respond. I simply lowered my head and turned off my phone.
"You’re going to the hospital today, right? Pick up the meal I ordered from the hotel on your way. I got it specially for you. You’ve lost weight."
"Okay, I’ll bring some for Mom to try too."
My mother had been hospitalized for a year now. Edward had hired professional caregivers, saying he didn’t want me to tire myself out.
I used to think that was his way of showing love. But now, I realized it was just an excuse.
If he truly cared, how could he have visited the hospital fewer than twice in an entire year? He had left her care and treatment in the hands of strangers.
In order to stop me from troubling Florence, he really went to great lengths.
It’s time to put an end to this three-year-long deception.
As I rushed to the hospital, I hadn't even entered the ward when I heard the nurses in the hallway gossiping.
"The Thornton Family is a prestigious household in Wildore, yet after a whole year of hospitalization, they still haven’t arranged for surgery? When I went to change the dressing, I saw that the old lady could barely hold on. How can her family not be anxious at all…?"
"Shh, don’t ask what you shouldn’t. The Granville Family has already spoken, even the director has to keep it under wraps. Looks like they don’t intend to save her, just dragging things out. They even replaced the special medication with glucose. There’s no way she’ll make it."
"She probably won’t last more than a couple of days… This family is truly ruthless. They have all that money, yet they won’t even save one person…"
Tears welled up in my eyes as I rushed into my mother’s hospital room.
Her once rosy face had turned pale in just a few days. I had been taking care of her every day, yet I only realized something was wrong now.
The monitors beside her kept blaring with alarm sounds and my mother’s breathing grew weaker and weaker.