My parents knew my phone number, but they didn’t answer it because they were afraid that others would know about my relationship with them. At such a critical moment between life and death, their hearts were even colder and crueler than I thought! It really broke my heart.
When I woke up, Alex was sitting by the bed and sobbing softly.
"Thank you,” I told her with my hoarse voice as I forced a smile.
Immediately, Alex poured a cup of warm water for me. She then took a straw and inserted it into the cup before she handed it to my lips. As always, she was the one who cared for me more than my family.
“Miss Olivia, you really scared me to death! The doctor issued two critical illness notices. I also called your parents countless times, but they hung up first. After that, they just ignored my calls,” she said.
The moment I heard it, my throat felt as if it was blocked by cotton.
I swallowed a few mouthfuls of water with difficulty and shook her hand as I thanked her, “You are my ... lifesaver.”
After all, if it weren’t for Alex’s call, I might have really died at home. In that case, would my parents and sister be sad? Definitely not. The three of them would probably just blame me for not knowing where to die and making a good house dirty.
Meanwhile, Alex called a doctor to check on me and bought me some daily necessities. After that, I asked her to hire a nurse for me. But my assistant said she was worried and insisted on taking care of me herself. This was the first time I was taken care of by someone since I was a child, which made me feel uncomfortable.
Alex noticed that I was uncomfortable with it, so she reassured me as she smiled, “Just treat me as your own sister and do whatever you want.”
Not even Olivia was as good as Alex was. Somehow, it truly moved me and made me work hard to hold back my tears. If only my family would be this sincere.
Every day, I would check on my phone. My colleagues and friends knew that I was sick. Those who were free came to the hospital to see me while those who weren’t free called and sent WhatsApp. Only my family didn’t send a single message or call. That truly broke me.
From then on, I drafted an estrangement letter to cut my ties with them. After I was discharged from the hospital, I took it home. I had enough with my so-called family who didn’t even treat me right.