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.

the nurse quickly stopped her. "Miss Marshall, you need

"No, I don't!"

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

at him and pleaded, "Joseph,

devastated, gripping his cuff and looking at him

going

bad would happen

and

took her to the morgue

pale as she gawped at Joseph, shaking her head hard and muttering, "No..., Joseph, take me to my mother.

put out the cigarette and came over

told me everything she wanted

believe you.... You're all lying to me, aren't you?"

chance her mother

was so

quickly take me to Mother,

pursed his thin lips and held her in his arms, whispering, "Zofia, I

Bertie hooked his arms around her shoulders

a Black Cayenne

parked under the girls' dormitory. Turning off

floor, and he could see the light on

it until it went

car when she

each other for

still fresh. She hadn't meant it when she asked Joseph

how could he take her word for

Browsing WeChat moments, she was taken aback by Bertie's

"Rest in peace."

Mrs.

the balcony. Joseph's car

must be so

to be close friends,

wasn't Joseph with her

stared at the black Cayenne and saw

grasped the railing and bit

in the classroom.

made multiple

Instead, he patiently instructed her,

picked up her phone and saw a bunch of missing calls from Jennifer, so she called