Amelia Clarke didn't take it to heart, simply saying, "Mom, it's not that I don't want to ask for help, but I don't want to bother Uncle Isaac. We've troubled him too much over the past ten years..."
"Then whom else can we turn to? If you name anyone, I don't mind begging them on my knees and losing my dignity!"
Amelia's face gradually turned pale.
But she still stubbornly refused to give in.
She thought that there were still five days left, there must be a way, there must be.
The next day, Amelia went to the hospital where the little boy was.
If he woke up, wouldn't the problem be easier to solve?
However, when she saw the motionless boy in the Critical Care Unit, his body connected to all sorts of tubes, Amelia felt that the hope for him to wake up was too slim.
She instantly understood the anger of the boy's family.
If Mason were lying here, she probably would also have the heart to kill someone.
