Her once rosy face had turned pale in just a few days. I had been taking care of her every day, yet I only realized something was wrong now.
The monitors beside her kept blaring with alarm sounds and my mother’s breathing grew weaker and weaker.
But, even in her final moments, she was still thinking about my wedding.
She held my hand, her voice barely audible. "Hazel… Mom probably won’t be able to see your wedding. Edward is a good child. After I’m gone, he will surely take good care of you. Can you call him over? Mom wants to say a few words to him…"
With tears streaming down my face, I gently pulled the blanket over her. Then, I ran out to find a doctor.
But when the doctor came to check on her, he only shook his head helplessly. He said my mother was gravely ill and her body could no longer withstand surgery.
All he told me was to start preparing for her funeral.
I swallowed my anger and drove to Edward’s company. But before I could step inside, I heard Florence’s voice from outside.
"Edward, you’ve already helped me so much these past three years. Mrs. Thornton is still alive, after all. If you let me take charge of the project, my sister will definitely be upset."