Chapter 3

Without a reason to live, there was naturally no need for treatment.

I prepared to cancel my hospital admission.

As I was leaving, I accidentally knocked over the clay figurine on the shelf.

I glanced at it and closed the door.

At the hospital, I successfully cancelled my admission, but saw Summer's name on the inpatient list.

I grabbed the nurse's hand and asked: "Everett Pierce, is he the young master of the Pierce family?"

She shook off my hand and sneered: "So what if he is?"

She looked me up and down. "You think you can catch the eye of the crown prince of high society with your looks?"

I didn't dare meet her gaze and scurried away.

After returning home, I took the box of money and went back to the hospital.

I didn't dare ask the nurses which room Summer was in, fearing their strange looks.

I could only go floor by floor, peeking through the door cracks at the people inside.

"Hey? Kaia?"

I turned around, instinctively hugging the box to my chest.

"Dr. Johnson."

He smiled and asked: "Here to pay the medical bills?"

I shook my head.

He looked surprised: "With treatment, there's a very high chance your condition can improve."

There might be a chance of recovery, but no hope of living.

"Why not get treatment if you have the money?" he asked again.

I smiled bitterly: "Dr. Johnson, this money isn't mine."

"Then whose-"

I interrupted him: "Dr. Johnson, do you know which room Everett Pierce is in?"

Dr. Johnson was silent for a moment before saying: "Fourth floor, second room on the left."

He patted my shoulder. "If you need any help, you can come find me."

I nodded and made my way to the fourth floor.

Standing outside the room, I hesitated for a long time before knocking.

The door was opened by a distinguished-looking man whom I recognized from the internet.

Summer's brother, Eric Pierce - the current head of the Pierce family.

He didn't seem surprised to see me and nodded: "Please come in."

I immediately spotted Summer lying on the hospital bed, with an elegantly dressed woman beside him.

The woman was feeding Summer pieces of apple, and Summer looked at her with eyes full of tenderness.

I lowered my gaze, my fingers turning white from gripping the box so tightly.

Then, I slowly let go.

Never mind.

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