86 Chapter 38 (1/2)
Two years ago
”I'm sorry, Miss Risova, your mother is already in the end-stage heart failure. We advise she undergo a heart transplant right away.”
Satele's vision blurred, her mind dancing a nauseating tune. Even so, she forced out the words clogging in her throat. ”Doctor, I don't have the cash right now. Is it alright if we could reserve that heart? I promise I'll have the money this week.”
The eyes of the man clad in white remained neutral though skepticism painted all over his face as he said, sounding unsympathetic at all, ”I'm sorry, the organ is first-come, first-serve basis. But if you know a doctor who works here, he can vouch for you. But if not, you have to undergo protocol first. I'm sorry, Miss Risova, our hospital's policy is pay first before any procedure be carried out.”
The doctor arranged the gla.s.ses on his nose and pretended to check the records on his hand before saying in a dismissive voice, ”Please advise the hospital if you'll proceed with the operation or not. If you'll excuse me.”
He then left while Satele hadn't digest everything that happened yet. It was too fast. She was caught completely unprepared when her mother fell, and her heart no longer working. And now, here she was, needing two million to replace her mother's heart, or she would die within a year or two.
The creeping images of her mother lying inside a cold coffin kept on hammering inside her head, wrecking her sanity in pieces until the fear ate all the strength she had. She limply staggered against the wall. She couldn't even manage a tear. All of her was consumed with helplessness. She couldn't even think anything. The images of her mother in a casket kept rotating in her mind while she whimpered.
”Sis!”
And when she thought she was melting into soundless oblivion, falling into the bottomless pit with nothing to grab on, paralyzed and hopeless –– an angelic voice tingled in her ear and the sliver of strength left inside her rekindled, forcing her to face the little man with a smile.
”Seth,” she said, hiding the panic and hopelessness in her voice as she forced out a smile.
”How's mom? How is she?”
Her little brother's feelings were very evident on his face. Crumpled brows and lips, which were tugging downward while he kept on blinking away the moist in his eyes.
The sight of his worried face gave her the courage she lost. She smiled and ruffled his hair. ”Mother's fine. It's . . . her old sickness is acting up again. But don't worry, after a day or two, she'll be released.”
Seth breathed a sigh of relief, and a charming toothy smile appeared on his face. ”That's good. I thought something bad happened when you called.”
Satele's smile remained on her face, hoping he wouldn't notice the forceful stretched of her lips. ”Sorry to worry you. It's that, mother needs someone to take care of her while I go to work.”
Grinning, Seth gave her a thumbs up. ”Don't worry. I'll take good care of mom.”
Satele beamed and ruffled his hair some more. ”Mmm . . . I'm counting on you. Mom is in room 407. She's sleeping right now, so don't disturb her, okay?”
Seth nodded, the smile on his face didn't lessen. Satele turned away when she could no longer face her brother's innocent smile.
How could she tell him? How could she tell him their mother would no longer be there to tie the sash on his graduation? How could she say to him that in the future, mother would no longer wake him up every morning to eat breakfast? How could she tell him, mother wouldn't be there anymore during the night to help him with his a.s.signments? How could she tell him that he could no longer eat mother's homemade food?
Satele wiped the tears which escaped from her eyes in secret as she walked out of the hospital in a hurry.
But before she could press the elevator b.u.t.ton, Seth's gentle voice echoed in her ear.
”Sis.”
Satele rapidly blinked her tears away and slowly shifted her head and smiled at her brother, hiding the quivering of her lips.
While the little man beamed, showing his pearly white somewhat crooked teeth. ”Don't work so late. When mom is released from here, let's eat hot pot, okay?”
Biting her lower lip, numbing herself from the surging of emotions, which would surely make her howl in tears, Satele could only manage a weak croak of ”okay” before she pressed the b.u.t.ton and rode the elevator car in a hurry to exit the hospital.
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Satele didn't know how many times she extended and pulled her fingers, unsure whether to press the b.u.t.ton screwed on that wall. She was standing there, in front of the ironed gate, looking at the house, utterly devoid of emotions, contemplating whether to ring the doorbell or not.
After another minute before the past other minutes, she slowly filled her lungs with air and closed her eyes tight before pressing the doorbell. Afraid her resolve would crumble if she dallied another second long.
Diiiinnggg~!
Seconds past and a melodious voice rang inside the house, gradually getting louder by the second. A lady in her thirties then came out with a kind smile. However, her smile froze when she saw who it was on the other side of the gate. Her face fell faster than a penny in the pond as she grumbled out the words.
”Come in.”
Satele opened the gate and walked inside the house, dismissing the glares and unwelcome feeling the woman was directing towards her.
”Moooomm~”
Satele's attention then shifted to the toddler who came running towards them while the woman crouched down and beamed before standing up, carrying her son. But that soft smile disappeared when she gazed at her as she shouted.
”Dear! Satele is here!”
She then left, swaying her hips along the way while making baby talk to her son.
Something flashed in Satele's eyes before she forced it away when the sound of the approaching footsteps and the appearance of a middle-aged man in his suit and vest came into view. He nodded at her while he signaled her to follow him.
Satele followed without a word. Didn't even feel anything when the man didn't greet her. His daughter, who he hadn't seen for almost five years. Not that she minded it. She liked it that way. It keeps the hate burning.
They stopped inside the man's study, and she didn't waste any second. The soonest this was over, the better. She didn't want to step foot inside this dirty place, if not for the reason she had nowhere to turn to. As much as she hated it, this man was the only one who could save her mother's life.
”Mom is in the hospital. I need two million for her heart transplant.”
”. . .”
”. . .”
The man didn't say anything. He walked towards his table and casually picked a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag before he slowly released the smoke which engulfed the room in seconds.
Like always, this man didn't register anything on that face of his, not even when her mother had fallen ill when they were still living together.
To this man, in his eyes, they were a burden who he wanted nothing to do with anymore.
The man puffed some smoke before he answered in a voice she found disturbing and very unfamiliar at the same time.
”Satele . . . my only obligation is towards you and your brother. I no longer have any obligation to save your mother's life.”
”But . . . she's once your wife!”
The man's eyes narrowed while he snorted.
”The greatest regret of my life! If I had known she would deplete all of my hard-earned money because of her disease, I shouldn't have married her in the first place! The company I had so painstakingly raised crumbled to debts, paying her hospital fees and medicines! Now, look at me! Reduce to nothing but a regular salaryman! And it's all her fault!”
The air turned colder, colder, and thicker than the air at the peak of Evermountain. It formed ice spikes in Satele's throat that every time she opened her mouth to retort, the pain would sting, forcing her to close her lips.
The man scratched the back of his head in irritation as he calmed himself while Satele pinched the back of her palm, forcing out the words which were hurting her throat.