Chapter 15: The Siblings Meet

Nora frowned. Before she could answer, a gentle but anxious voice reached them. “Are you trying to drive me to my grave, Henry?”

On the hospital bed, a gentle middle-aged woman wearing a hospital gown struggled to get out of the bed. Her hair was all shaved, and she looked frighteningly skinny due to her illness. Her cheeks were sunken, but it nevertheless couldn’t hide her gentle personality.

She was Irene Smith, her aunt.

Nora took a couple of quick steps forward and sat on the edge of the bed. She held her hand and greeted, “Aunt Irene.”

Irene looked at Nora up and down for a moment. Then, her eyes turned red. “You look so much like your mom after you’ve slimmed down, Nora.”

Her voice trembled as she spoke. “You’ve had such a hard time outside all these years.”

During the five years when she lived abroad, Henry had never given her a single cent. It was instead her aunt who always sent her some money as living expenses.

Although it wasn’t much, it was her way of showing her kindness.

Nora’s heart was warmed.

At this point, her stepmother, Wendy, said, “Nora, your aunt has been pretty nice to you ever since you were a child, right? She’s sick now, and you’re the only one that can cure her! You won’t watch her die, will you?”

 

Nora frowned.

A brain tumor…

She casually tugged off the medical report and CT scan next to her and started to read them seriously.

A naggy Wendy said, “Your aunt’s operation is too difficult, Nora. A moment of carelessness and she’ll suffer brain damage, so no one in the hospital wants to do it. Dr. Larson, the head of the Department of Neurology in this hospital, is Angela’s professor at the School of Medicine in her college. If she begs him to do it, maybe he’d be willing to take the risk and give it a go.”

Wendy sighed at this point before continuing. “But now, Anthony’s saying that without the company, he’ll never get engaged to your sister. Your sister is terribly upset and in a bad mood. You can’t possibly ask someone for help in such a gloomy manner, right? So, as long as you give your sister the company, we’ll let Angela beg Dr. Larson for help. Whether your aunt’s operation goes through or not completely depends on you now.”

When Wendy finished speaking, Henry shouted angrily, “You must also apologize to Angela for sabotaging her marriage proposal, seducing Anthony out of spite, and for hitting her!”

Wendy, who was pretending to be the good guy, said, “We’re a family. What are you saying all these for? Sigh, Nora, your aunt’s illness can’t be delayed any further. Why don’t you sign the agreement immediately?”

joint act, Nora finished reading her aunt’s CT

little tricky. The tumor had enveloped the blood vessels, so the slightest carelessness would lead to mistakes and cause her

dare to take on a surgery like this even in New York, let

aside from

said. “Henry, that company is the only thing that Nora’s mother left for her. How can the two

by she left it for Nora? Henry and Nora’s mother were husband and wife at that time. That’s their joint

My illness is incurable. Even if you sign the agreement and

visit you again when I have time.” Nora put down the medical record

aunt was in serious condition, and it indeed didn’t brook any further delay. What was important now was to contact the

expect that she would just up and leave like that. Moreover,

ingrate. Your kindness toward her was

spoke sarcastically. “You were so kind to her, Irene. But in the end, she didn’t even want to stay a

a doctor had nothing to do with Nora

presidential suite

are we supposed to proceed with the afternoon syllabus if you

Pete looked at the assignment that obviously hadn’t

didn’t speak but instead stared at the tutor just like

was your age. Don’t you even know how to

jaw was taut as he picked up the pen. Then, he started to write silently

already knew how to solve

His mom wasn’t stupid!

answering it, the tutor said, “It’s wrong. Why didn’t you include the problem-solving process? I’ve

including the problem-solving process even necessary

Pete didn’t move.

hand, took the ruler, and struck his palm hard a

Smack! Smack! Smack!

he pressed

class seriously. Now, your

sore. Only then did the tutors end the afternoon lesson. The two tutors were still whispering

“He really can’t speak?”

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