Chapter 4

People around us began whispering and pointing at my mom. "How heartless, not even caring about her own husband."

"Exactly, what a misfortune for this family."

"Maybe she planned to harm her husband on purpose? You never know with people these days."

Hearing the murmurs, my mom finally couldn't stay silent. She began to pressure me. "Lydia Greene, pay your dad's surgery fees first."

"Our money is tied up in a fixed deposit. We can't access it until it matures."

"I know you have 200,000 in savings. You cover it first, and I'll pay you back later."

"Remember, without your dad, you wouldn't be here."

I nodded and agreed.

I turned around and used her and my dad's IDs to take out a 500,000 loan from a loan shark.

I paid 200,000 for my dad's surgery.

I kept the remaining 300,000 as startup capital.

The next day, the doctor issued a critical condition notice.

Seeing the notice and the expense list, my mom broke down. She started cursing, "That deadbeat, if you're going to die, just die already. Stop wasting my money."

"I'm not signing anything. You better refund my money. I choose to abandon treatment. Just take him back and cremate him."

Facing the pointing and whispering, my mom snapped back at those who criticized her. "Are you going to pay for his treatment? If not, why are you meddling?"

"Do you live by the sea? Why are you so nosy?"

"If the emperor's not worried, why are you, the eunuch, in such a hurry? Get lost, my family matters are none of your business."

With that, she pushed the doctor aside, trying to storm into the ICU to drag my dad out.

I held onto my mom, trying to reason with her. "Mom, don't give up on Dad. He can still be saved."

"How can you just watch him die?"

"You've already hurt him once, do you want to hurt him again?"

Ignoring me, my mom shoved me to the ground. "I've had enough of him. It's better if he dies."

She pushed the doctor aside and was about to open the door when someone suddenly rushed over, grabbed my mom's hair, and pulled her away, then slapped her hard.

"Phoebe Bennett, how dare you."

Seeing the person who suddenly appeared, I felt a wave of relief. Aunt Fiona finally arrived.

After sending Dad to the hospital, I called Aunt Fiona.

Dad collapsed; I couldn't let Mom have an easy time.

So I thought of Aunt Fiona, who has always been at odds with Mom.

I clung to Aunt Fiona's leg, crying, "Aunt Fiona, you're finally here. If you hadn't come, my mom would have taken my dad straight to the crematorium."

"Aunt Fiona, please save my dad. The doctor said he can still be saved. Boohoo."