But that time... all this was no longer necessary.
My mother laid on the ground, lifted up the tiger-toe shoes and gently shook them towards me, “Althea, are you really willing to give them up?”
I bit my lip and turned my head away, no longer looking at her.
I said to Dr. Sunny, “Dr. Sunny, please help me with the surgery. I do not trust anyone else.”
Then, I grabbed the surgery notice and signed it without further ado.
My mother called me from afar, “Althea.”
She fainted.
Dr. Sunny sighed and nodded silently.
She knew that even if she refused surgery, I would find another doctor.
The level of those doctors was much worse and they caused more harm to my body.
I laid on the operating table, enduring the excruciating pain of induced abortion, as if a knife was about to cut my body open.
I was sweating profusely from the pain and my consciousness started to blur.
Suddenly, it seemed as if something was peeled off from my body.
I heard the nurse's regretful voice, “It's a boy, white and chubby, what a pity."
A line of tears rolled down the corner of my eye.
After the induced abortion, my body was extremely weak.
But my husband forced me to be transferred to another hospital.
Deanna was there, waiting for my bone marrow.
After being transferred to another hospital, I never saw my husband or Deanna again.
My mother was in a wheelchair, busy taking care of me.
Several times, I heard her crying secretly in the corridor.
She did not tell me any news about my husband and Deanna, but I was able to piece together a general idea from the nurse's few words.
After I was sent here, my husband slammed the doctor's table and asked him to perform the marrow donation operation immediately.
But after examining my condition, the doctor was afraid to perform the operation.
Because my health was very poor at the time. So, there was a high possibility that I would die on the operating table.
My husband had no choice but to agree to let me rest for three days.
For the past three days, he had been in Deanna's ward, accompanying her 24 hours a day.
After listening to the nurse's words, I felt nothing in my heart, I just stared blankly at the ceiling.
The time my mother went to buy food, the ward became quiet and I closed my eyes to rest.
“Althea, you've worked hard. We came to see you.”
Hearing this, I opened my eyes.
Next to my hospital bed, my husband and Deanna were holding hands with their fingers tightly interlocked.
Deanna was radiant with makeup on. The hospital gown had obviously been altered and it fit her perfectly. Instead of looking sickly, it gave people a cosplay-like temptation.
It seemed that her illness was not that urgent.
Compared to Deanna, I look very ugly with my disheveled hair and pale face.
My husband's eyes were always on Deanna and he did not even look at me.
Of course, he would not notice that the two of them did not close the door of the ward after they came in.
The cold wind blew in from the corridor and I kept shivering.
“Who let you in? Get out.”
My mother was back.
She pushed my husband with her crutch and threw the porridge in her hand at Deanna.
Deanna dodged, but still screamed and hid in my husband's arms with a pale face.
My husband looked at my mother angrily and said, “I respect you as my elder, so I have always been polite to you.
“If you continue to disrespect me and target Deanna, do not blame me for being rude.”
My mother was so angry that she cried.
At this time, a tall man walked in and stood firmly beside my mother.
