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.

quickly stopped

"No, I don't!"

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

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

his cuff and looking at

mother was going

bad would happen to

frowned and

her to the

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

far away, Bertie was smoking. He put out the cigarette and

peace. She told me

lying to me, aren't

50% chance her mother wouldn't make it, she had trusted Joseph to save

was so

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

in his arms, whispering, "Zofia, I promise to look after

sobbed louder. Bertie hooked his arms around her shoulders

a Black

dormitory. Turning off the

fifth floor, and he could see the light on

stared at it until it went out

seen Joseph's car when she had been hanging clothes

contacted each

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

he take her

and turning, Kathy had trouble sleeping. Browsing WeChat moments, she was taken aback by

"Rest in peace."

Mrs. Marshall passed

the balcony. Joseph's car was still

so upset

used to be close friends, so Kathy was

wasn't Joseph

black Cayenne and saw it

the railing and

in the classroom. They

made multiple

wasn't angry. Instead, he patiently instructed

the classroom at noon. She picked up her phone and saw a bunch of missing calls