Chapter 2 — White Petaled Cat Flower To Mom

My heart beat frantically, each heavy beat hitting my chest, and the scene before my eyes began to gradually fade. Lam Uyen glanced at my appearance, disdainfully continued to speak: "Why don't you say more? Has your mother never told you about your stepfather? Or maybe she knows too many men, can't say clearly?" Dad's eyes were completely cold. He took a step forward, pushed me hard, and shouted in a stern voice: "Quickly go home, don't come here again!" But I just felt like I couldn't breathe. His eyes suddenly turned black and his body fell straight down. Only a panicked scream could be heard in my ears. Then I don't know anything anymore. 4 When I woke up again, I was lying in the room of the villa. My chest hurts like it's being weighed down. “Cough cough cough…” Next to him was a family doctor standing. He turned his head and said in a low voice to his father: "Sir, this baby's shock is caused by a heart problem. It's best to take the baby to the hospital for an in-depth examination and treatment as soon as possible, it can't be delayed any longer." Having finished speaking, the doctor turned and left. Dad lowered his head to look at me, curled his lips and smiled coldly: "Did your mother raise you like that? After spending five million, she couldn't even cure your illness and raise you to look like this." Lam Uyen stood aside, pretending to regretfully sigh: "Sigh, I really didn't expect Khuong Dao to be such a person. Only worried about wasting herself, even my own daughter doesn't care. No matter how much she doesn't like me, she shouldn't bully a child like that." Dad's face immediately darkened, dark and scary. He turned his head and instructed the assistant next to him: "This afternoon, take her to the hospital for a check-up to find out exactly what the illness is. If there's nothing major, tell her not to come to me anymore." The assistant immediately respectfully replied: "Yes, General Manager Co." Lam Uyen followed her father and turned to leave. When passing by the edge of the bed, she even deliberately smiled at me. After they left, the assistant walked over to the bed and softly asked me: "Little Miss, is there anything uncomfortable on your body right now?" I pursed my mouth, unable to say a single word. My grandmother told me to come find my father for treatment when I got the money. Now, even though I don't need money to go to the hospital, I'm not happy at all. Hearing what they said, my heart became even more uncomfortable. The assistant spoke again gently: "Little Miss, give me your mother's phone number. Please contact her and ask her to come with you to the hospital." I gently shook my head, my throat tight: "Uncle, mom is dead, I can't find her." The assistant's face was filled with shock and he unconsciously asked again: "What?" I thought he didn't hear clearly, his nose was stinging, his throat became hoarse, he repeated again: "They said my mother is dead, my grandmother is also dead. They are all gone, I can't find them. The phone is at my place." I said, taking out my old phone from my pocket. The assistant looked at me incredulously, his eyebrows slightly furrowed: "This... little miss, you can't say such nonsense. That's it." He paused, his voice carrying a bit of helplessness: "Miss Khuong told me to come, she must have her own plans. But little mistress, from now on don't secretly take adults' phones again." After speaking, he took out his phone and started contacting the hospital. I bowed my head and lay there quietly, not wanting to say anything. I don't understand why everyone refuses to believe me. But my mother is really no more, and my grandmother is also no more. The more I thought about it, the sadder I became. I clutched the small blanket on my body, slowly closed my eyes, and fell asleep. 5 Dad came to the hospital room to visit me. Assistant To quickly stepped up to report: "General Manager Co, the test results are in. Little Miss has dilated cardiomyopathy, a congenital heart disease, and needs long-term care and waiting for a suitable heart transplant." I glanced at him and then looked back. My grandmother told me a long time ago that I inherited my mother's disease, had the same disease, and had a bad heart. Dad lowered his eyes and looked at me, his voice carrying a strong sarcasm: "Such a thing, why didn't your mother ever tell me?" “You know how to send your child's photo to me every day

To talk about suffering, pretending to be pitiful, but in the end, you don't pay half the attention to your child, and don't even worry about your child's illness. Tell me about suffering? I looked up at him with a confused face, feeling bitter in my heart. That's basically not the case. My grandmother clearly told me to send many photos of me to my father, so that he could watch me grow up every day and remember me a little more in his heart. Dad didn't listen to my explanation at all and continued: "If your mother had calmed down that year, took good care of her body, went to the doctor on time, and nursed her body well, she wouldn't have been born sick, nor would she have become like this." I quickly opened my mouth to refute: “No! Mom also has this disease!” I looked at him impatiently and explained in a low voice: "Mom once said sorry. Mom said she herself also had this disease, so after getting diagnosed with Tieu Bao, she got tested many times. It's just that we didn't detect it, so Tieu Bao was born sick."