When my parents arrived at the hospital, the doctor seemed repulsed by them.
“Grace was incredibly strong. Even with such a severe illness, she never cried out in pain in front of us. When it was still early, I told her to start chemotherapy. But she said she couldn’t afford it and left without a word.”
“Chemotherapy? What chemotherapy? Don’t talk nonsense. My daughter is perfectly healthy!
My father rushed forward, ready to strike him.
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The doctor stepped back several paces, his eyes full of disdain.
“I’ve never seen parents like you. Your child has been dead for so long, and you actually didn’t know?”
My parents went mad, grabbing the doctor’s clothes desperately.
“Where’s Grace? Where is she? You say she’s dead, but I don’t believe it! My daughter couldn’t just vanish like that. You must be lying to me. I’ll sue your hospital!”
Patients kept walking by, whispering among themselves.
“Aren’t those Yolana’s parents? What are they doing here? Did something happen to Ms. Bowen?”
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“Who’s Grace? Isn’t Yolana their only daughter?”
The doctor turned and walked away, while the nurse who had looked after me walked into a room as I followed.
“This is the room we had arranged for her. But she said she didn’t have the money for treatment, so she left.”
“Left? Grace didn’t come home! She hasn’t been home in over a year. You’re lying to me. You’re all in on this together!”
The nurse showed them my medical records. “Look for yourself. The date shows she came in the same day Yolana had a cold.”
“Is this… really true? So where is my daughter now?”
