Chapter 5

In an instant, the entire hallway filled with successive cries of alarm and blame.

"It's just using your identity to get a mortgage to buy a friend's house. You're going to get married eventually. What's wrong with family members taking on a mortgage? The house is in your name anyway."

"Exactly! To prove her house is clean, she's about to jump to her death. Are you satisfied now?"

"If I were you, I would have accepted the house long ago! Such good fortune falls in your lap, you should be thrilled!"

Pedro glared at me and pushed me aside hard, catching Lydia around the waist.

Seeing her safe, Pedro breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned and berated me.

"This house is tied to Lydia's life. You're just losing some money and taking on debt, but Lydia is losing her life!"

"Even if you really don't want this house, you shouldn't force Lydia to return the money! Don't you know you can sell it yourself?"

Hearing this, Lydia's crying, which had been subsiding, grew louder again.

She grabbed Pedro's hand, crying breathlessly, shaking her head repeatedly.

"You can't let Dr. Betty sell it. I'll only give my house to her. I won't agree to anyone else."

"I don't have much time left. Please just grant me this last wish!"

I looked around. Everyone wanted to tear me apart and devour me.

Since Lydia insisted I accept the house, I wanted to see what was so important about this house that she had to force it on me!

After thinking it through, I stopped resisting and agreed to take the house.

Seeing my agreement, Lydia immediately stopped crying.

She blinked and made a request hesitantly.

"Dr. Betty, I'm glad you don't mind. But I want to see you move in with my own eyes..."

Before she finished, Pedro agreed on my behalf.

"Whatever conditions you state, whether it's a thousand or ten thousand, Betty will agree!"

Lydia's eyes lit up, immediately pushing further.

"Then Dr. Betty, I want to receive videos from you every day showing you living there, just to satisfy my attachment to the house."

"I won't watch much. I just want to see you sleeping, to feel like I'm experiencing it with you."

But she still wasn't satisfied and continued, demanding that Pedro and I sleep in the same room.

But I had to sleep on the bed while Pedro slept on the floor.

I agreed through gritted teeth, but became more guarded.

Now Lydia laughed outright, eagerly pulling me toward the hospital exit, saying she wanted to help me move.

Watching Pedro move my luggage into the master bedroom, Lydia's tightly clenched hands finally relaxed.

She smiled while helping me organize things, her instructions never stopping.

"Dr. Betty, I bought this bed at a high price. It guarantees high-quality sleep. You must use it well!"

"Especially this mattress, it's a matching set with the bed, and it fits perfectly. Don't change it unless necessary."

I nodded carelessly, paying no attention to her words.

Before leaving, Lydia, pale-faced, repeated those words again.

She paused, as if kindly reminding me.

"Dr. Betty, you should pay more attention to your health lately. What if you also get cancer? Don't be like me, only discovering it so late. If you feel any discomfort, make sure to get checked immediately."

My heart surged with alarm.

How did Lydia know I would get cancer?

But the next second, remembering the test results on the report, my heart settled.

My gaze unconsciously swept over the walls and furniture, everything looking freshly renovated.

A suspicion arose in my mind.

Could my cancer be related to this house?

I carefully recalled Lydia's behavior in forcing the house on me and her parting words. I became increasingly certain there was something wrong with the house.

I called in professionals to test the entire house for formaldehyde, but the result showed zero formaldehyde, nothing wrong with the house.

To verify my suspicion, I took tools and searched every corner of the house, but found nothing.

Just as I was puzzled, I suddenly remembered my best friend's earlier joke.

"Sleeping in a sick patient's bed, aren't you afraid of bad luck? There might be a curse."

At the time, I laughed at her superstition, but this sentence awakened me.

What if it really was a problem with the bed?

My gaze slowly fell on that bed, and I yanked the mattress off onto the floor.

Looking at what was revealed under the mattress, I couldn't help but laugh coldly.

I finally understood how Lydia's late-stage cancer disappeared!