"Cynthia, you unscrupulous bitch!" Eason violently got her by the collar, staring at her with a look so ferocious that she feared he might devour her.
Perplexedly, Cynthia looked at him and wondered, "What happened?"
"You know it. How could you coerce grandma into giving you money with your disease, Cynthia? Shame on you."
"I didnt." Cynthia gazed at him, her eyes unyielding and dauntless.
If possible, she wished they never knew her disease, for it only brought her their pity, which she didnt want at all.
"Humph! Still lying!" Apparently, Eason wouldnt believe it. "I knew you pretended to faint in front of grandma, trying to cheat her out of her money; if not, why do you look so good and sound now? I warn you, never do it again! Do not make use of grandmas good heart, you filthy scum."
"Let go of her, Eason." Grandma Chinn hurried to brush aside Easons hand and said anxiously, "Dont talk to Cinda like this. Maybe shes really ill. Lets wait for the results."
"The results? I know the results. Shes faking it for your sympathy."
"Dont jump to the conclusion. The doctor said her illness is pretty severe."
"Its none of our business. Anyway, weve paid for her registration and hospitalization. We are not giving her one more cent, grandma. If you let her get what she wants by lying, shell do it again and again. I know her. Scums like her are too greedy to know gratitude or contentment," gritted Eason. So saying, he pulled Grandma Chinn and left, unwilling to stay a second longer with Cynthia.
Lying helplessly on the bed, Cynthia bitterly cheered that her heart felt so painful, so painful that she couldnt feel anything but the pain.
But the word "scum" echoed in her ear.
In his mind, she thought bitterly, she was always the filthiest scum, and she reckoned such an impression might never change even after she died.
At that time, a doctor with a serious look came in, holding a report. "Wheres your family?" he asked.
"My family?" She asked herself.
It was a question to which the answer even she herself didnt know.
She refrained from the strong dolefulness deep within her and said to the doctor, "I need to leave the hospital now, doctor. Please transfer the money for my hospitalization and drugs to a woman named Sharlene Tally; Ill give you her bank account later, thank you."
Sharlene Tally was her foster mother. She knew now she couldnt raise one million, she could at least give her foster mother the limited sum of money.
On hearing that, the doctor turned anxious, "Leave the hospital? Do you have any idea how bad your situation is? You might die in a year!"
Bang!
As if struck by a bolt of lightning, Cynthia froze.
She always knew she had heart disease, which haunted her for years, and every time when she felt the pain, she could resist it. Therefore, she was gradually used to its existence and subconsciously lied to herself it wasnt a big deal. But now she was told it was going to kill her soon.
After a short period of astonishment, however, Cynthia decided to lump it.
She realized that death, which had always been the most undesirable horror of most people, seemed not so horrifying to her, since she never had anything good in the world.
Her closest relatives, as well as her husband, wanted her to die. Then, she thought, she might as well do as they wished.
Having collected her thoughts, she turned to the doctor and said, "If so, I feel more inclined to get out of the hospital now. Please remember to give the money to Sharlene Tally, doctor, thanks again."
"You dont know the consequences—youll die sooner if you insist on doing this. Besides… youre expecting."