Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 410

Tears swirling in her eyes, Rachel covered her face and, under the puzzled gazes of the onlookers, picked up the bank card from the ground before dashing upstairs, not stopping until she reached the eighth floor.

She found it nearly impossible to move because her legs felt like they were carrying a ton of bricks. She looked at the intensive care unit not far away, at a loss for what to do. How was she supposed to tell her mom that the money for the treatment was gone?

How was she supposed to scrape together $60,000 for the operation? What would happen to her mother if the surgery was not possible? She hadn't given her mom the good life she deserved. She hadn't even taken her to see the flowers.

Kristin's call was like a slap in the face, a slap that hurt even more than the two that Izabella had given her.

She had betrayed her friend, indirectly causing someone else to lose something they loved. Now, it was her turn to bear the consequences of her actions.

All of her misdeeds, it turned out, were just begging for trouble.

Not only did she not receive the money for the treatment, but she also lost Izabella, who had been the nicest to her.

As soon as Dr. Zack stepped out of his office, he saw Rachel standing in the corridor, looking dazed.

"Rachel, have you paid for the operation?"

Rachel bit her lip and shook her head. "Dr. Zack, I lost the money for the operation. Can you give me a few days to gather the money?"

"Weren't you saying that you had the money for the operation? What happened?"

Dr. Zack watched as Rachel kept her head down, not saying a word. He guessed that something must have happened, but she wasn't saying anything. So he didn't want to pry. Rachel was a dutiful person, always taking care of her mom. The doctors and nurses all saw that.

If it was a minor operation, one that cost a couple of thousand dollars, he could help. But this was a $60,000 operation. Without money, it was basically a death sentence.

In this world, the biggest disease was poverty.

Dr. Zack patted her shoulder and said, "I can give you a week at most."

Rachel didn't know how to face her mom. Not only could her mom not have the operation, but she also had to deal with the fact that her daughter, whom she had always believed in, had lied and done something unforgivable.

Dr. Zack sighed and shook his head before leaving the corridor, leaving Rachel alone. She leaned against the cold wall, and even though the room temperature was 27 degrees, she felt cold. Rachel hugged her arms and cried silently for a long time, her eyes swelling up like walnuts and her legs going numb. She pushed herself off the wall and walked to the bathroom, washed her face, and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

Without her glasses, everything was blurry. She couldn't even see her face clearly then.

No matter how much she splashed cold water on her face, it couldn't hide the redness and swelling of her eyes.

One look, and you could tell she had been crying.

Rachel didn't want to worry her mom. She tidied herself up and then returned to the hospital room.

Mrs. Lewis was already on her second bag of fluid. There was a TV in the room, but she never felt like watching. Only when Rachel was there, would she let her turn on the TV. When she had nothing to do, she would just sleep or stare out the window, lost in thought. Only when she was in a daze could she momentarily forget the pain. If she couldn't bear it, she would just grit her teeth and bear it, because she still had her daughter, and she didn't want her daughter to feel uneasy and scared because of her illness.

The window was tightly shut.

Mrs. Lewis looked out the window and heard a noise. She turned her head.

"Rachel, it's autumn now."

Rachel paused and listened to the noise outside the window.

The flowers outside the window were in full bloom, but the window was tightly shut, and she couldn't smell anything.

"Mom, every year at this time, we would be making honey cake together. Do you want some this year? After your operation, when you can eat again, I can make it for you, okay?"

"Of course, it's just that I can't drink the osmanthus wine anymore." When the osmanthus flowers were in bloom, Rachel's mother would brew and sell a sweet wine, filling the house with its aroma.

There was a decade-old osmanthus tree in their yard. In the summer, it provided shade, and in the autumn, they could pick osmanthus flowers. Rachel often climbed the tree to pick flowers, and her mother would catch the flowers in a basket below, reminding her to be careful.

As if remembering the past, Rachel's mother couldn't help but smile, "When you were little, you were like a monkey, always climbing trees. I was always worried that you would fall. When you were little, I could catch you, but now that you've grown up, I can't."

Rachel tried to suppress the sadness in her heart. Her chest was so tight that it was unbearable. She placed her hand on her thigh, tightening it constantly, her shoulders trembling from the pressure.

Rachel’s mother looked at her, "Rachel?"

Rachel did not dare to lift her head and let her mother see her crying.

"You're crying." Rachel's mother's voice was full of tenderness, "Why are you crying?"

"I'm just scared, scared that something will happen to you and that I won't be able to eat your honey cake anymore."

"Silly girl, all honey cakes taste the same, and I've already taught you how to make them. I can't always be with you. One day, you'll have to learn to make honey cake by yourself."

"Mom, the surgery has been postponed to a week later."

"Did Dr. Zack say that?"

"Mm-hmm."

It seemed as if Rachel's mother could see through Rachel's lie, but she didn't ask any further, "That's okay, delaying the surgery can give me some time to prepare. Actually, I don't think my condition is that serious, and I don't need to have a kidney transplant. The surgery is too expensive. We would need a long time to pay off the cost."

"Mom, you don't have to worry about the money. I'll figure something out."

Rachel decided to raise money. She hired a caregiver, then lied to her mom, saying she had to go to work.

After leaving the hospital, Rachel dialed everyone's number in her phone: classmates, friends, colleagues, relatives, and neighbors, asking for money one by one.