After the divorce, he begged

When Rebecca finally learned it was Andrea in the hospital, her racing heart calmed at last–but an odd, uneasy feeling lingered.

“Your friend tried to drown herself in the river. Luckily, a good Samaritan happened to spot her and got her out,” the doctor said, passing Rebecca a stack of papers. “These are her medical bills. Go pay them.”

Rebecca tried to protest, “I’m not—”

The doctor interrupted, urgent. “Just go. She’s still in critical condition. I need to check her right now.”

Rebecca stood there for ages, just staring at the payment slip in her hands.

After a long moment, she finally pulled out her phone and called Mark Mason,

“Find out Andrea’s parents‘ contact info and send it to me,” she said.

“Got it,” Mark Mason replied.

Half an hour later, Andrea was wheeled back into her hospital room.

Rebecca quickly told the doctor she wasn’t actually Andrea’s friend, but since the treatment had already happened and no one had paid the bill, the hospital staff just shrugged and didn’t bother asking many questions.

“Her phone lists you as her emergency contact. Seriously, how are you not friends?” the doctor said.

“Don’t worry, she’s not in any real danger now. She’ll be awake soon,” the doctor added.

“Could you try contacting her family for us, if you can?” the doctor asked.

After a few rounds of back–and–forth, Rebecca was basically stuck there.

Staring at Andrea lying in the hospital bed, Rebecca couldn’t help but get suspicious. For a moment, she actually wondered if Andrea had orchestrated the whole thing, just to make her come see her.

But the more she thought about it, the less likely it sounded.

No one would mess around with their own life like that. If nobody had come to save her, she’d really be dead.

While Rebecca was still mulling things over, Mark Mason sent her Andrea’s parents‘ contact info. She picked a number and dialed. After a few rings, a groggy, grumpy–sounding middle–aged man picked up. “Who the hell is this? You got nothing better to do than call people at this hour?”

“Are you Andrea’s dad?” Rebecca asked.

“Ha, I wish I was that brat’s old man, but she wouldn’t have me if I tried,” he sneered, voice dripping with mockery. “What do you want, huh? Is she running off to get married, or did her real father finally decide to step up?”

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Rebecca stayed quiet for a moment, then hung up.

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his own daughter that way, there was no chance he’d ever come to

who she was and explained the situation, Linda Young erupted, her tone harsh and impatient. “Save me the drama! I’m not buying

or even sentenced to death, she still has to walk

she

replying. She hung up right

Rebecca knew Andrea’s family was struggling and her parents treated her horribly, but she never thought it

spacing out, a message popped up from Jessica Scott. She wanted to know if Rebecca was free tomorrow to go shopping

replied: [Yeah,

[Why are you

at

Jessica: [Wait, what???]

[Are you

hospital in the middle of the night instead of letting

by how things had

Jessica everything that had happened

hand things off to, so she couldn’t

at all,” Jessica

Rebecca was speechless.

listed in the official Scott family records, she’s still his kid

Rebecca paused.

even

said, totally casual about stuff like this. “I’ll just do

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myself.”

to her word, Jessica dialed him up

minute later, she texted Rebecca: He’ll be

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but then she thought better of it–Jessica was just straightforward like that. Andrea’s whole

in her own head.

faint voice came from the

turned at

her eyes, looking pale and

meet like this,” Andrea said, her voice barely stronger than a

weak and messed up, she blurted out, “Weren’t you even scared you might just…

if I didn’t somehow die, somebody’s gotta deal with me. So I set your number as

Rebecca frowned slightly.

was nothing, Rebecca suddenly

you actually wanted to die?” Rebecca

in sticking around?” Andrea muttered, numb. “All that’s out there for me is nonstop trouble from my parents, and Jeffrey might as well be

“If you just return all the property, you’ll probably

as if none of

looked up at

flickering in her eyes. “Do you have any idea how jealous I