The medical staff exchanged glances, feeling torn.
“It’s not that we don’t want to help, Miss Perez, but...”
One of them hesitated before sighing, “Your mother has been surviving on money alone for too long. This isn’t a real solution.”
“She... she has almost no chance of making it.”
I knew that. But hearing it out loud still crushed me.
Wiping my tears away, I stumbled back into my mother’s hospital room.
Emily, sobbing, came to support me.
And then, as if by some final miracle, my mother was awake—sitting up, waiting for me.
Her face was pale, yet she smiled warmly. “Yvonne, come sit with Mom.”
Summoning the last of my strength, I forced a smile and sat by her bedside, clutching her frail hand.
“I knew you’d get better,” I choked out.
She reached up to wipe the tears from my face, tucking a stray lock of my hair behind my ear.
Noticing the fresh wounds on my hands, she smiled bitterly. “Silly child, Mom won’t get better.”
“These past few years have been too hard on you. But I can’t keep dragging you down.”
“Let me go, Yvonne. Let yourself go too.” She sighed, her voice filled with regret.
“I only regret not stopping your father back then. Maybe then, all these tragedies wouldn’t have fallen upon you...”
As she spoke, her hand slipped from mine.
I caught it, and held it tightly.
Suppressing my tears, I threw my arms around her, my heart breaking.
“My baby... happy birthday.”
“I will be your mother again in our next life, okay? I’ll make it up to you...”
