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Chapter 6 - What else can she lose?

"Get out of the way," four nurses cried from the opposite end of the room as they pushed two stretchers out of the hallway, each carrying a covered dead body. A woman in a doctor's coat ran over to them, and they informed her of their findings

"This one died from stage IV, pancreatic cancer and the other from a liver condition."

'pancreatic cancer at its forth stage? Dead?' Elisabeta swallowed, she felt her brain shut down as the seconds passed. Despite her shivering, she felt compelled to proceed ahead.

"Hey, move away," one of the nurses yelled as Elisabeta tried to touch one of the bodies on the stretcher with her hands.

"They are dead, young lady," another nurse added, since Elisabeta wouldn't bulge an inch.

Elisabeta on the other hand, could hear nothing— not even a pin drop. The scene in front of her was enough to send her to her death. Why has life been so cruel and unjust to her? Why has God decided to exact all his wrath on her at once? Did she commit an offense in her past life?

Her lips quiver, but she said nothing; she pointed at the body on the right side, her eyes darting from one nurse to the next.

A hand came to view from beneath the covered body, and the red and white striped wristband on the person's wrist was the same band Elisabeta's mother has always worn her entire life.

Please, end her life now; she can't bear it much longer.

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Elisabeta Gracia, a twenty-year-old lady with a triangular shape, extremely fair complexion, and black long hair that reached her waist, was previously the Gracia's family spoilt brat.

Even though she hadn't received a single care or affection from her so-called father, Mr. Davis Gracia, she was still spoilt with money, which covered her father's negligence, making her believe she was actually loved by her father, until the night her so-called beloved father announced his marriage to his long-lost love, Frida, his bedridden wife's elder cousin.

Elisabeta watched her poor mother cry day after day; her mother was unwell, but her husband had already decided she would die and went after his mistress. The day her new family moved into the Gracia's mansion, she became best friends with Mirella, changing the whole plot.

Elisabeta was a youngster with no friends outside of the affluent, powerful families whose children only came to see her at the new year or at her birthday.

She startled as her gaze darted around the room, she had assumed the world had finally said goodbye. How come she was in an hospital bed?

When she fainted earlier, she saw her mother, stretching her hands towards her, she took it but why was she still alive?

She rubbed her running nose as the prospect of ultimately losing her mother struck her aching heart. Naomie, the warrior, had struggled for nine years to fight her sickness before deciding to die now, when her poor daughter needed her the most.

Who will embrace her and comb her hair now that her life has shattered in front of her eyes? It seemed like life was punishing her by making her lose everything.

Her thoughts returned to that day she returned to the place she despised the most—her father's mansion. She had simply returned to see her dearest friend, who happened to be her step sister. But what her eyes encountered was powerful enough to halt her heart.

The guy who had promised her the world, the man who had given her a promise ring and said he would marry her once she graduated from the university, the man she believed to have fought to keep to herself by frightening away all his fan girls, and every woman who attempts to attract his attention, by feeding them with false rumors about him.

But here he was, lying beneath the only friend she had in the world. Perhaps her faith was so great that she didn't notice the black flag flapping in front of her face.

"It's not what you think, Elisa," Mirella, her so-called stepsister, had stated. Elisabeta's knees were weak as a result of what she stated next.

"Lucas and I have been seeing each other for roughly three years, six months, and thirteen days, so this isn't the first day he entered my sweet pot, and he loves me, not you, elder sister."

Elisabeta had sobbed uncontrollably, but the two scumbags on the bed didn't bulge an inch, as if they were the genuine pair and Elisabeta was simply a third wheel attempting to enter into their relationship.

She remembered how many times she had promised never to return to her father's mansion, yet she was still the same lady who had returned solely for her mother's health. She remembered how many times she had begged her father to send her money for her mother's treatment, but she had received no response.

She had traveled throughout the city pleading for assistance, but no one was ready to assist her. Who wants to lend a stranger half a million dollar?

Nonetheless, a compassionate man with whom she had spent the night credited her account with a single click.

She sighed and rose from the bed. She brought her knees up close and laid her chin on them. Her gaze was drawn to the open window, and she smiled.

No matter how difficult her life was, there was always hope shining through the pale light the moon cast on the ground. If it were possible, she would still live and struggle to reclaim her mother's rights in the Gracia's household.

She cocked her head in the direction of the voice that shouted her name, "Miss Elisabeta," standing near the door, the nurse who had called her waved.

She smiled as she came up to Elisabeta's bed and handed her a paper bag. "You don't have to be concerned about your mother's bills; he has paid them." The nurse remarked, bowing slightly and departing the room before Elisabeta could respond.

'who took care of my bills?' Elisabeta couldn't help but wonder who the kind man was and why he had decided to aid her. She was certain that her father and Lucas was unaware that her mother was in a hospital in Las Vegas. As her instincts continued to ring, she took up the pillow behind her and placed it on her head.

What if he demands repayment?

She has nothing monetary to offer; she has already lost her pride to a guy whose identity she still doesn't know; what else can she lose but her worthless life? The child in her womb?