Plump, Hated, And Bullied

He is not responding to treatment

Chapter 42

Lilian POV

"I am trying to help your pathetic dad, you ugly thing. I have been getting money from that man to take care of your sick dad, do you know that?" She yells at me angrily, not minding that people may be passing and would be hearing her. She looks extremely pissed, and I don't regret what I did.

"You're helping him by cheating on him just because he's laying there on the bed, fighting for his life?" I snap at her angrily as tears stream down my cheeks.

"What difference does it make? He's going to die anyway, and I will eventually move on..."

"If that is your thoughts, then why didn't you just file for divorce and leave him legally? Why the hell do you have to keep cheating on him just because he's not here to see you?" I cut her as I clench my fists beside me. My heart hurts like I have a dagger thrust deep into it.

"What do you care? I have been the one taking care of him, so what right do you have to show up now and tell me that nonsense? You've got some guts, really," She scoffs, and I bite my bottom lip.

"I don't want to ever see you around my dad. Henceforth, I will take care of him myself. He doesn't need a cheating wife by his side," I say to her, and she giggles hard as she throws her head back.

"Wow! You've grown up, I can see that. Because of the rumors on the internet, you suddenly think you're some important person? Are you mistaking yourself for Ren's wife now? That's crazy. Anyway, let's see how you can handle this," She spits on my face before she turns and walks away, and I slowly clench my fists as I watch her leave.

I take a deep breath, forcing the tears that threaten to escape my eyes back there. I don't want to cry, I shouldn't cry all the time that someone bullies me. My tears are precious, and they don't deserve them.

Pushing all the thoughts to the back of my mind, I turn to find Nate leaning against his car and watching me from there. I'm glad he didn't bother to come over here to interfere. I can handle things myself.

I sigh briefly before I walk over to him.

"Is everything alright? Who was that woman, and did she bully you?" He asks with hints of concern in his voice, but I shake my head. Maybe I should just tell him about my dad's health, especially now that I've decided to take it upon myself and take care of the man. I know it's going to be hard on me, but this is what I need to do.

"Yes. I'm going in," I reply to her, and start walking toward the entrance door, while he trails behind me.

Sitting on the chair beside the bed and staring at my dad a few minutes later, a drop of tears slid down my cheeks. When is he going to wake up? What if he never wakes up and dies like this?

"Daddy, can you hear me?" I take his hand and squeeze it lightly before I place a soft kiss on the back of his palm.

"I have missed you so much... When will you be fine? When will you open your eyes to see me? I've missed everything about you, especially your smiles. I just want to see them again," I whisper as more tears find their way down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry you have to be going through all these... If I can do anything, I would've done it before now, but don't worry, everything will be fine. Just hang in there," I whisper to him one more time before I drop his hand carefully.

I stride out of the ward afterward to go see the doctor that called me yesterday.

"Come in," He ushers me in after I place a knock on his door, and I push it open before I walk in. He's sitting behind his desk and scribbling something on a paper as usual.

"Good morning, doc," I greet him.

"Good morning, Lilian. Please sit," He beckons on me to sit on the chair across from him, and I sit on it.

"There's a problem, Lilian..." He pauses, and I lean forward as I feel my heart sinks into my stomach. I suddenly become nervous. Curious to know what the problem is, and also scared of knowing it.

"What is the problem, doc?" My curiosity eventually pushes me to ask him, and he sighs briefly.

"Well, I'm sorry to inform you about this, but I don't think we can handle the condition of your dad anymore," He drops the bombshell, and I freeze on the spot as I stare at him, trying to process what he just said.

"I thought he would respond to treatment with time, but I'm afraid that has not been the case. His blood pressure keeps dropping rapidly, and his veins are already weakened. I think he should be taken out of the hospital," He further says, and I feel a hard bang inside my head as my mouth drops open.

"No...no, we can't do that. You can't say that, doc. You have to keep trying, ok? You have to do something... You can't just call me and tell me that my dad is not responding to treatment. You just need to do something, please," I go on my knees and plead with him, but he only sighs briefly and shakes his head.

"You can't allow my dad to die, doc. He's the only one I have, you can't let him die, please," I plead with him.

"It's not our fault, Lilian. We've tried our best, and there's nothing we can do here anymore. I think you should take him out of the country and find a better doctor that knows more than me. Maybe that can help, but I don't know what to do anymore," He shakes his head, and I gulp down nothing nervously. Where do I start this journey? Where do I get the money to send him out of the country for treatment? He's not going to die, is he?

With my heart heavy, I drag myself up to my feet and hobble out of his office.

"Are you ok? Is anything the matter? Why are you like this? Talk to me, please," Nate hurries over to me and keeps asking me, but I feel. my tongue tied to my mouth and I can't even utter a word.

"Lilian, what is it?" He holds my shoulders firmly while standing in front of me, and shaking me, probably to get the words out of me.

"What should I do? Is he going to die?" I break down in tears as I hug him tightly, crying on his chest. I'm glad he didn't further ask me questions, but instead, he embraces me and pats my back slowly, making me feel a bit better.

"Shhhh! Don't cry. Everything will be fine," He whispers as he continues to pat my back, even though I haven't told him anything about what's happening. I didn't allow him to come inside the ward with me when I came here, so he still has no idea about who I came to see.

"Everything will be fine," He whispers again as he strokes my long hair this time. I wish everything will become fine just as he has said, but I doubt if things will ever get better. What do I do?