Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

Hannah Roland's heart ached upon hearing what her mother said.

She felt as if the sky was crashing down on her.

Her mother's illness was much more severe than her father's. It was very likely she would end up dying if she didn't get the treatment as soon as possible. She might not survive even if she did receive treatment.

To Hannah, her parents were the most important people in the world. She couldn't watch her mother die without doing something.

"Mom, can't you take the money out in advance for your treatment? Can't you negotiate with them?" she asked.

Her mother shook her head. "I've tried, but they won't allow it. There are rules in the contract we signed back then."

"Let me think of something," she insisted, hastily wiping her tears away. "Leave it to me. I'll make sure you get treated. You'll recover. You'll survive. I won't let you die."

Her mother shook her head after hearing this. "No, we've already spent our savings on your father's treatment. There is nothing left."

"No, I'll be responsible for this. I want to make sure you live," she told her mother in determination. "Give me the document, and I'll see if I can use it as a mortgage."

"I've already asked. It won't work," her mother replied.

frown deepened again. "Then I'll think of

"What other ways?"

asking my classmates

incredulously. "Forget about it, Hannah. Stop wasting your efforts on me. I

only wanted

"Don't worry. I'll get

classmates would lend her the money as she wasn't particularly popular among

due to her timid

a try. She would think of other

believed she could get enough money to cure

sighed in exasperation. "You would still need to pay the

know

left after paying them back using the claims from my insurance policy. What would you do without that money, hmm? What would your

a lot of money for the wedding gifts and a house. He can't even afford to buy a house now. What would

now that she considered it over. Hannah wouldn't have resorted to such

underestimated how much her daughter