Riches in Disguise novel Chapter 189

Thinking about how Mrs. Cylon brought olive oil and pickles to see Felicia, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. She had hoped to finally live a slightly better life. But before she could enjoy any comfort, this tragedy struck.

"Do you know how her mom ended up in the car accident?"

The doctor sighed. "It's said that she was driving a load of fruit to the county to sell them. It was too heavy, and the vehicle overturned while driving on a mountain pass. She fell down the mountain.

"The person who discovered her immediately called for help. But no one knew exactly where she had fallen. It took them two full hours to find her."

I closed my eyes briefly. This was all my fault. If I hadn't let Mrs. Cylon leave so early, or if I had dealt with the fruits at her home before she left, maybe none of this would have happened.

"When will the surgery end?"

The director sighed. "It could end at any moment."

"What do you mean?"

"Mr. White, I'll be honest with you. The surgery we're performing on her right now isn't to treat her injuries but to prolong her life. As long as the surgery continues, she won't pass away. But ten hours is the limit. Now, there's just over three hours left."

The director paused and adjusted his glasses. "There are two options. We either continue the surgery for the remaining hours and let her say goodbye then, or we stop the surgery now and let her say goodbye immediately."

No matter which option we chose, the outcome was the same.

The attending doctor emerged, looking exhausted and drenched in sweat. "Mr. White, I'm sorry. I've already done my best. You can go in and see the patient now."

I put my arm around Felicia's shoulders, silently giving her strength.

Mrs. Cylon lay weakly on the bed. Her body was covered with various tubes, and an oxygen mask was on her face. The director stepped forward and removed the oxygen mask from her face. "If you have something to say, say them now."

These words were enough to remind everyone of the dire situation.

Mrs. Cylon must have sensed her time was running out. Tears immediately welled up in her eyes. She gazed at Felicia deeply before glancing at me. "Can the others leave? I want to speak with William and my daughter."