My Sweetheart

The red light on the door of the operating room was on.

Zofia was in tears snuggling up to her brother, groggy.

Being said, she still peered at the operating room.

Three hours later, the red light went out.

A different doctor came out. Zofia scooted over and gripped his hand. "Doctor..., how is my mother?"

The doctor pursed his lips and said nothing.

After a long while, Joseph walked out and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry."

Zofia's eyes widened. Teetering, she fainted in Bertie's arms.

Bertie looked much calmer than her, but pain crept up on his eyes.

"My mother...."

"You can see her one last time," Joseph said heavily and took off his mask.

The next second, Bertie grasped Joseph's shirt, and the two tall men locked eyes with each other.

The other doctor said calmly, "Sir, please take a grip on yourself."

Bertie squinted and clenched his fists. After a while, he let go of Joseph.

Joseph said in a grave tone, "I'm sorry for your loss."

Bertie asked his assistant to drive Zofia home and went into the ward.

Mrs. Marshall's eyes were closed, and her lips frequently parted. She was having trouble speaking.

Bertie stood at her bedside, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Shuddering, he bent down and said in a tone peppered with sorrow, "Mom...."

Zofia woke up two hours later in another ward with empty eyes.

A nurse came to pull out the needle for her. She asked in panic, "Where's my mother...?"

The nurse did not know the specifics and could not answer.

nurse quickly stopped her. "Miss Marshall, you need

"No, I don't!"

this was, so she ran to the elevator. When its door opened, Joseph, who was wearing a white coat,

and pleaded, "Joseph, my mother.... Take me to

cuff and looking at him

mother was going to

would happen

and slowly

he took her

shaking her head hard and muttering, "No..., Joseph, take me to

out the cigarette and came over to hug

left in peace. She told me everything she wanted to

all lying to me,

there was a 50% chance her mother

reality was so

take me to Mother, please...." She

his thin lips and held her in his arms, whispering, "Zofia, I promise to look after

louder. Bertie hooked his arms around her shoulders and left, throwing a meaningful

the evening, a Black Cayenne entered

dormitory.

on the fifth floor, and he could see the

until it went out

Actually, she had seen Joseph's car when she had been hanging clothes on the

hadn't contacted each other for two

fresh. She hadn't meant it when she asked Joseph to go to Zofia. She had

take

had trouble sleeping. Browsing WeChat

"Rest in peace."

Mrs. Marshall

and ran to the balcony. Joseph's car was still

must be so

used to be close friends, so Kathy was

wasn't Joseph with

the black Cayenne

grasped the railing and bit her lips

in the classroom. They planned to

she made multiple

wasn't angry. Instead, he patiently instructed

noon. She picked up her phone and saw a