He thought his child was sick and resorted to me, especially when he heard that Ethan repelled the school and felt uncontrollably suppressed and unbearable.

"Amber, one of your best friends studies psychology, right? Take Ethan to see her tomorrow." In my previous life, he demanded me to do the same thing.

Then, I was busy looking for experts in the field of psychology for Ethan and spent almost a couple of thousand dollars, including the prescription.

Peter was a taxi driver, and Daisy was a full-time housewife at home.

Since they didn't have much savings, they were naturally reluctant to spend the money.

Meanwhile, Peyton came from the countryside and didn't trust hospitals at all. She thought doctors were all swindlers.

So, she also decided to stop Ethan's mental treatment.

I couldn't bear to see my nephew suffer from depression and end up killing himself and afforded the medical expenses myself.

But all my energy and money in my previous life was in exchange for Ethan's ungrateful harm to me.

This time, I would not make myself so pathetic with unnecessary sympathy.

After hanging up the phone, I looked at Peter helplessly.

"She is still in an internship and cannot practice medicine on her own. The professor in charge of her can see what Ethan's problem is, but it's a little costly," I said.

Peter looked hesitant, "How much is it?"

I said, "If you get an internal discount, the registration fee is two hundred dollars for one time, and the examination and prescription will cost at least 2,000 dollars."

Hearing this, he gasped in surprise.

Peyton immediately said to me, "But Peter and Daisy can't afford so much money. Amber, do them a favor. Ethan is your nephew, and he will definitely not forget your help when he becomes successful in the future."

As she nudged Ethan, he nodded woodenly.

I shrugged. "Mom, you know hospitals burn patients' money. I just found a job, and I'm afraid it won't work asking my boss to pre-arrange my salary now."

I lied to them.

During college, I saved almost 100 thousand bucks by tutoring and writing online articles.

But they wouldn't get a penny from me.

Seeing Daisy's hesitant face, I suddenly had an idea. [Ethan's aversion to school may not necessarily be a mental illness. Didn't Daisy say that she has a good way of education, which must be suitable for him?]