Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 409

When Rachel heard about the risks of the surgery, she started freaking out. Despite Dr. Zack's reassurances, her worry didn’t lessen. It felt like there was a massive rock hanging over her heart.

"Have you managed to scrape together the money for the surgery?"

Rachel nodded, replying, "I've got it."

"Then go and pay some of it today to make sure there’s enough balance in your insurance card."

Rachel walked into the ward, looking at her mom lying on the bed, hooked up to an IV. Her mom used to have beautiful long hair, but now it was all shaved off. She was skin and bones, the veins on her arms sticking out like old tree branches. Her hand was swollen from the constant infusion of drugs.

Her mom was still asleep, and Rachel didn't want to disturb her. She quietly sat by the bed, reaching out to cover Mrs. Lewis's hand with her own, warming her.

However, this small movement still woke Mrs. Lewis.

"Rachel, you're back?" She opened her eyes to see Rachel's face, her eyes wide in surprise, "What happened to your face? Did someone mess with you?"

Rachel reflexively covered her face, "No one messed with me. I just had an allergic reaction to some skincare product. It'll be fine in a couple of days. By the way, Mom, how are you feeling now? Any better?"

"Just the usual. I've grown used to it." She'd grown used to the torment of illness.

Rachel held her cold hand, "Mom, we'll be able to do the surgery soon. After you recover, after you're all better, I'll take you abroad."

"Silly girl, where are you getting all that money? A kidney transplant costs hundreds of thousands, doesn’t it?"

"Don't worry about the money, and I'm now the assistant to a big star, and she lent it to me. I'll just pay her back slowly."

"Is it that Izabella who gave you a raise, the one you always mention over the phone?" Mrs. Lewis asked.

Rachel's face froze. Faced with Mrs. Lewis's question, she didn't know how to answer.

"Mom, if someone does something wrong, does that mean they can never be forgiven by the victim?"

"You need to understand that there's no such thing as 'putting oneself in others' shoes'. You can never truly understand the pain experienced by another person."

Rachel fell silent.

"Rachel, did something happen?" Mrs. Lewis looked at her worriedly, trying to lift her hand to place it on Rachel's head, her voice weak, "I'm holding you back. If I weren't sick, you wouldn't have to work so hard. But remember, Rachel, a person can be poor, but they can't lose their spirit. Don't do something against your conscience for money. I won't be happy with that kind of money. The one thing I hope for in my life is that you live well and live happily. If you do something wrong, apologize. Whatever you do, there will be consequences, good or bad. A person's heart can't hold too much, especially guilt."

Rachel felt her nose sting, the sourness she'd been suppressing welling up. She turned her head, tears rolling straight down from her eyes.