Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Chapter 184
Catherine parted her lips to speak but was interrupted by Wesley, “There’s all sort of paperwork needed to be done in the hospital and having a helping hand is better than none. As an elder brother, I can’t stand aside and not help you out. Besides, this is not the time to keep a distance from me.”

Overwhelmed by anxiety, she did not insist further.

Upon arriving at the hospital, someone was shouting by the door of the emergency room. “Family members of Miss Wendy? Identify yourself and head over to the reception to sort out the bills as soon as possible.”

“I’m here.” Catherine ran over. “Doctor, how is she doing?”

“Acute cerebral insufficiency. Stent surgery must be performed immediately. Go sort out the payment now.” The doctor pushed an invoice into her hands.

She rushed downstairs to handle the payment. The surgery had already commenced by the time she went back upstairs.

“I know the hospital director, so I called him earlier to bring forward the surgery,” Wesley explained.

“Thanks.” She was touched.

The surgery finally came to an end three hours later. Aunty Wendy was pushed out of the emergency room. Catherine almost could not recognize the frail woman.

completely different person now. Apart from

had happened during

Tears flowed down Aunty Wendy’s cheeks the moment she opened her eyes and

me that

you’ll always

alright, I already know the truth that I was adopted by the Jones family. I’m sure you know that too after being a carer for my

Aunty Wendy replied, agitated. “You’re

by surprise. “I heard it from Rebecca. Besides, I don’t think

are a disgrace to the Jones family.” Aunty Wendy coughed a few times out of rage. “Not only did they chase me out of the house, but they even said that to you. Have

Wendy, you were chased out of the house?” Catherine was taken aback by this information. “But what I heard from them is that

helped me significantly and she took care of me all my life. I wouldn’t leave her when

“Young Lady, you’re in fact not Jeffery Jones’ daughter. Your birth mother is Sheryl Jones, the woman you believe to be your aunt. She was pregnant with you before marriage. Your grandparents were afraid of losing their dignity, not to mention that this might make it harder for your mother to

felt her world crashing

expected that Sheryl was her mother. It made sense now that her grandparents always brought her to visit the woman’s grave on her death anniversary. It was no wonder she