Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 411

Mrs. Lewis smoothly changed the topic, "We can make some osmanthus wine to sell, as a way to make some extra cash, let's go pick some more osmanthus flowers."

Osmanthus wine has a thick aroma and doesn't take too long to brew.

As Rachel went out with a basket, Mrs. Lewis' gentle face suddenly twisted in pain. She hunched over, her body filled with torment and her breaths coming out in huffs.

Her illness was getting worse, with no cure in sight. Even a kidney transplant couldn't fully restore her health, she could only hang on for a few more years at most.

Everyone's clock is ticking, for someone with a terminal illness, staying alive takes more courage than letting go.

But she couldn't bear to leave her daughter, Rachel.

Rachel quickly came back with a basket full of osmanthus flowers. Mrs. Lewis, bearing the intense pain and feeling much weaker than before, managed to flash a smile as she looked at Rachel, "Rachel, I suddenly want that hat we saw when I left the hospital."

It had been half a month since they left the hospital, and she wasn't sure if the beautiful hat was still there.

Rachel put down her basket and said, "I'll take you to buy it another day."

"If we wait too long, it might be gone. We're out of food and wine at home. You can buy some on your way and check the store. If the hat is still there, get it for me. If not, never mind."

Rachel glanced at the sky. The round trip would take about three hours. Her mother was too weak to travel that far, and that was the first time her mother asked her for something.

"Okay, I'll go now." Rachel changed her clothes, slung her bag over her shoulder, waved to Mrs. Lewis, and ran to the bus station.

Once Rachel was gone, Mrs. Lewis swayed a bit. She braced herself and continued making honey cakes, using up all the ingredients. She lost track of how many cakes she made, but the table was full. It should be enough for Rachel for a while.

She weakly took off her apron and staggered towards the yard.

The sun was shining brightly. She sat under the osmanthus tree, enjoying the shade. The sun wasn't too harsh, and the scent of the flowers and the songs of the birds filled the air.

She usually spent her free time lying on the rocking chair under the osmanthus tree. That day was a good day, with great weather and fragrant flowers. It was a good day to die.

She squinted her eyes, whispering to herself, "Rachel, you are my hope... If there's a next life... please be my daughter again..."

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she gently closed them once and for all.

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Rachel didn't find the hat at the store. She didn't want to disappoint her mother, so she searched the entire city center and finally found a similar one.