“I’ll head home now and tell my family to contact the best plastic surgeon. Once she’s discharged, we’ll help her regain her beauty.”
After they left, the caretaker in the ward looked at me enviously and whispered,
“To have such a devoted boyfriend and best friend—many women would kill for that. I’ve been working here for five years, and I’ve never seen anything like it. Some patients are abandoned completely—not even family comes to visit. But you’re lucky. You should cherish them.”
I nodded, my voice raspy as I muttered,
“You’re right. I should cherish them.”
“I’ll give everything I have to repay them.”
I was an orphan. I met Jason Miller and Emily Brooks after graduating from Columbia University.
They treated me so well that I gradually came to see them as the two most important people in my life.
I dreamed of walking into the wedding hall hand in hand with Jason, with Emily in her bridesmaid’s dress by my side, witnessing my happiest moment.
But that dream was torn to pieces by cruel reality.
Last night, Jason had dinner with a client and called me to pick him up.
Not long after I drove out of my house, a dump truck came barreling toward me.
The next thing I knew, I was in the hospital.