Revenge

Judging from the attitude the doctor bore towards Mia, they should know each other well. Amanda sat across from him, her eyes darting to the badge on his white coat. "Doctor in charge, Timmy Cheng." She put her handbag on her lab and clenched at the tape not knowing what to say.

Timmy Cheng looked at her, smiled, and said in a gentle voice, "Don't be nervous, Mia. I know your situation. I have already paid your mother's hospitalization expenses for you..."

Amanda looked up in surprise at him. What friendship was it between them when a doctor paid for a patient's hospital stay? And why did he ask her to come over when he had already paid for her? He should have known she was still in class...

Amanda couldn't figure it out.

Timmy Cheng fiddled the pen in his right hands and laughed: "When you said that you have got money, I was surprised." He said with a gloomy look: "Have you seen your mother today?"

Amanda shook her head.

Amanda waited quietly for Timmy Cheng to fill her in more information. Instead of continuing the conversation, Timmy Cheng suddenly stood up, closed the folder on his desk, and smiled gently at Amanda. "Let's go together and it is time for me to go check on your mother’s status by the way."

Amanda knew nothing about the situation of Mia’s mother; so she stayed quiet the whole time.

The 2# ward on the eighth floor was not as quiet as the other wards as it was closer to the stairs.

the nurse on duty opened the door of the ward to greet Timmy Cheng; he step into the ward and went for a patient straightly.

Noticing Amanda was still standing in the doorway, he added smiling with his head turning to the bed behind him: "Go see your mother."

On the bed a woman with rarely any hair left on her head huddled under a thin blanket. She was extremely thin; her eyes rolled vigilantly, telling Amanda that she was living person.

Bold as Amanda was, she felt intimidated by such a dying soul. Her feet was heavy as lead; her eyes tried so hard to avoid any contact with hers.

craned out her body and grasped Amanda’s wrist

The nature of the mother? She must have detected something unusual about her own daughter, right?

of her own mother, Amanda’s eyes was welled up with tears; witnessing the death of her husband and daughter and unable to do anything, how was her mother now? What did Bill Fu do to her? If she stood in front of her, would she be able to

Amanda; tears blurred her vision, falling down drop by drop; Mia’s mother let off her guard at the moment, gently patted the back of

she kept repeating the words "dancer" over and

Amanda on the shoulder; Timmy Cheng stood behind her and this time,

to give him the space. Timmy Cheng bent down and check on her patiently and meticulously. While the nurse kept record of what Timmy Cheng instructed. From their conversation, Amanda soon

Amanda, "The patient

door; and when she looked over her shoulder, Mia's mother had turned her back on her and buried her head

at their

"Mia, you are surprisingly calm today; and also, you shed tears in front of your mother for the first time these years...your mother seemed happy about that you are not pretending to be

respond to his speculation; instead, she reached her hands into the bag and

surprised: "where did you

doctors should care about; Amanda

his rudeness, Timmy Cheng looked away instantly.

leaving Amanda wondering whether she should follow and go

back at her wearing a slightly awkward smile on his slips: “Mia, come over here, I have a word with you.”

to be a lamb and follow instructions; besides this

tea; and after a second of hesitation, he said: “Mia, I know it could

the paper cup, slightly apprehensive.

be postponed any longer. You mother need to be operated immediately,

came in

glass windows of the hallway...She had never knew that money could be so useful; it