I did not know if my decision was right, but I knew one thing for sure. There was nothing more heartbreaking than seeing your loved ones die before your very eyes. I would never leave Christopher, no matter how much the Lanes despised me.
I was confident that we would pull through it together and finally earn their recognition despite how difficult it could be. After all, we had been through thick and thin together.
We had been stranded on the island for a good whole week. We had depended on each other then and made it through.
Likewise, I felt inferior in front of Monica because of her beauty and family background. The woman’s words put me to immense shame, but Christopher’s smile was enough to fade all these disheartening emotions. I would have held on to the end no matter what we faced, but not this time.
Darius finally caved to my adamance. He changed me to another room directly above Christopher’s at my request. I wanted to be closer to him before I left.
I sat on the balcony, listening to what was happening downstairs. Monica came to see me once as if she could not wait for the moment I left.
I could read in between her lines that she wanted me to leave the hospital entirely.
“My family has other hospitals in Avenport. I can ask them to get you transferred so you can get the best treatment. Rest assured that I will ask them to do everything they can to help you. There is still hope.”
Her voice was surprisingly soothing and calm. That was how she usually spoke. Her voice was like a breath of fresh air to everyone who listened to her. I figured someone as gentle as her would treat Christopher well.
“You have nothing to worry about, Ms. Martin. I already said I won’t see him. He’s still sick, so there’s no way he will be able to walk around the hospital.”
Although I knew in my head that Monica was not an inherently vice person, my heart could not seem to be friendly toward her.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been more sensitive.” After a brief silence, she walked over and stuffed something in my hand. “This is the least I can do for you. Five million is enough to cover a lot of expenses.”
I frowned, trying to get my head around what she was saying. I was soon reminded of the cliche scene where the other evil woman would throw money at the wife, demanding that she leave her husband.
“What is this supposed to mean, Ms. Martin?”
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” she hurried to explain herself, “I just want to thank you for everything you did for Chris. Although you did it voluntarily, I’m still grateful for what you did. I’m happy that there’s someone else who loves Chris so much. Even if you’re my love rival, you’re still someone I respect. I’m sure we would’ve been friends if we had met each other earlier.”
Friends? I thought of Sabrina. She was someone who had her own mind and was verbal about it. Sometimes, she would even try to weasel herself out of a difficult situation, although her arguments might be strained.
“I know what’s happening at home, so take this. I’m sure Christopher would do the same. He would do everything he can to make things easier for you.”
True. Christopher loved me. He had already asked to see me twice today after he woke up. He threw things in anger when they rejected his request. He even got into a fight with Julia refused to take his medication.
It was not until Gordon came in that Christopher finally gave in and fell asleep after that. I bet they gave him sleeping pills.
I fidgeted with the card in my hand and called on Monica just as she was leaving. “Take this back. I’m not going to use your money. If I leave Christopher, I’ll do it on my own accord. I’m not doing this because of anyone else. I don’t need your pity.”
