When I reached my mom’s room, what awaited me wasn’t her lying in bed but hospital staff clearing out the space.
A sudden wave of dread surged up inside me. I grabbed the nearest staff member's hand, trembling.
“The patient who was here—where is she?” I demanded.
She gave me an impatient glance.
“Dead,” she said flatly. “Family couldn’t pay the fees. She held on for a whole day before passing. Her body’s in the morgue.”
All of a sudden, the world tilted. I dropped to my knees on the cold floor, nearly fainting.
“No… that’s impossible. Bryson said he paid. How could she be dead?”
I shook my head frantically, refusing to believe it.
At the sound of Bryson’s name, the staff member suddenly became interested. She gave me a slow once-over, then sneered.
“Oh, so you’re that little homewrecker everyone’s been talking about? Everyone here knows Sir Bryson is Miss Debbii’s boyfriend. They’ve been childhood sweethearts. You’re the only shameless one trying to use your mom’s illness to cling to him.”
She let out a sharp laugh.