When my fifteen-year-old daughter lay dying in a hospital bed, my own mother ripped off her oxygen mask and slapped her—demanding $25,000 for a Europe trip. But when I exposed their dark secret, they fell to their knees and begged for mercy…
The sharp smell of antiseptic filled the hospital room, mixing with the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. My daughter, Emily, lay unconscious, her frail body covered in tubes.
I hadn’t slept in two days, afraid that if I closed my eyes, I might miss her last breath.
That’s when the door slammed open.
“Catherine!” my sister, Vanessa, barked, her face twisted with impatience. Behind her stood my mother, Lorraine, clutching her purse like it contained her soul.
I frowned. “What are you doing here?”
Vanessa smirked.
“We need $25,000. We’re going to Europe next month. You’ve got savings, don’t you?”
I blinked, thinking I’d misheard her.
“My daughter is fighting for her life, and you’re here to—”
“Don’t start with your drama,” my mother interrupted coldly. “You’ve always been selfish, Catherine. You inherited your father’s house, didn’t you?
We deserve something too.”
I stood up, trembling. “You can’t be serious.”
Vanessa rolled her eyes. “You have money for your dying kid’s treatment but not for us?
God, you’re pathetic.”
Something inside me snapped. “Get out.”
But before I could move toward them, my mother lunged forward.
Lorraine’s hand shot out and ripped the oxygen mask from Emily’s face. The monitor shrieked in alarm.
Emily’s chest heaved, gasping for air.
“Mom!” I screamed, shoving her back. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“She’s not even dying!” Vanessa shouted. “You’re faking this just to keep us away from the money!”
Emily’s eyes fluttered open, terrified.
Tears streaked down her pale cheeks as she tried to speak. My mother slapped her across the face so hard it echoed off the sterile walls.
I lost it. I pushed Lorraine away, hit the emergency button, and doctors rushed in.
Security dragged them out screaming.
But even as they cursed me from the hallway, I didn’t chase them. I just stared at the trembling figures through the glass, my pulse pounding with fury.
Because I knew something they didn’t think I remembered.
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