Hannah Roland was envious of that girl.

She knew nothing could ever happen between her and Leon Batton, and they might not even talk to each other again, but it still felt awful.

That girl had what she constantly thought about and wanted.

Hannah calmed herself down by taking a deep breath before steeling herself to be strong and gazing at Leon through the screen. "Leon, I wish you nothing but happiness. I hope you can always be with the girl you like," she murmured and then proceeded to lock her phone.

Knock, knock, knock-

Three rapid knocks came upon her door a second before her mother stormed in with a stern look on her face.

"What's the matter, Mommy?" Hannah asked, noticing that her mother didn't seem too well.

Her mother quickly stepped forward. "Hannah, I've been diagnosed with brain cancer. I need surgery."

Her admission stunned Hannah, who felt as if the entire world was collapsing before her.

That was

the surgery was high, but many people even suffer

ask God why bad

cured, and now her mother

nervously. "Is it curable? How high is the success rate

the doctor, there's a fifty-percent success rate," her mother said, frowning deeply. "But I don't want to be treated. I'm here to inform you about some

memory in the later stage of this brain cancer. I might

need to tell you some

must take care

after I got married, but I can't access the money until I reach the age

safety net just in case I need it later. Think

The document is in the

Use it as an emergency fund for the family, but keep

you're

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