Hans sighed with a worried expression. “Isla, you're finally here. Please talk and persuade your mom. She's afraid of the costs and refuses to cooperate with the doctors.”
Isabel choked up in silence, saying, "I'm sorry, Isla. I shouldn't have given all the demolition money to Viola."
It was the first time my mother had said 'sorry' to me.
Years of pent-up grievances and resentment weighed heavily on my chest.
"Ronan, he's a scoundrel! He gambled all the demolition money and even lost the investment money from our relatives."
She trembled and took out a bank card from under the pillow, stuffing it into my hand. "This is the savings your dad and I have saved for half of our lives. It's not much, but consider it as compensation from us."
“I have lung cancer now and doesn't have long to live. I don't want to go through the hassle of treatment anymore.”
"Then, when I'm gone, you can send your father to a nursing home and visit him once a month when you have time, so that I can rest in peace."
Now, it would be a lie to say I wasn't moved.
Those words, "compensation from us," were like a warm current, instantly melting the ice that had frozen my heart for years.
So, my mother still cared about me.