I'm sorry, sunshine

4

After Sam had put it on her finger, Mon had never taken it off except when she was showering. If it weren't because she was really in desperate need of money this time, she wouldn't have gone to such measures.

Joanne smiled and went to Sam while explaining, "Sam, you're here. I just happened to be picking out jewelry when I saw Mon selling her ring."

Sam's cold expression betrayed no emotions. Her icy gaze rested on Mon. "Do you want to sell that ring?" Mon held back her tears and bit her lip to stop herself from crying.

"Yes. Would you like to buy it, Khun Sam?"

Sam smirked mockingly and said, "I remember you telling me how important that ring is to you. I can see how sincere you were now. Anything that is disregarded by someone else is worthless to me."

As Mon was about to answer, she felt a burning pain in her stomach. As the tumor grew, the pain went from a slight ache to a piercing pain.

She looked at the couple, who looked like a match made in heaven in their matching black and white coats under the bright lights. She suddenly lost the strength to explain herself. A woman whose feelings had changed wouldn't be bothered even if she gave her heart.

Mon fought against the pain and picked up the ring. Then, she slowly walked back to the counter to retrieve the box and certificate. She didn't want to show weakness in front of Sam.

Although the pain was enough to make her pass out, she still maintained a steady gait.

When she walked past Sam, she said mildly, "Just like you, I treated it like a last treasure last time, but now it's just a piece of metal I can exchange for money."

Sam felt that something was off with Mon. Her forehead was beaded with sweat, and her face was red. She looked like she was trying her best to fight against some sort of pain.

Suddenly, Sam gripped her arm and said in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?" Mon shook off her hand and said, "It has nothing to do with you."

"I still have rights over you. Tell me now, what's wrong with you?!"

"I already told you, it has nothing to do with you!"

Mon did not spare her another glance and did her best to keep her back straight as she disappeared from her sight.

Sam watched her leave. She had been the one to let her go, but why did her heart still ache?

Mon went to a deserted corner and dug her painkillers out of her bag in a fluster. She knew that all the treatments and cancer medicine had side effects, so she only bought some painkillers and regular stomach medicine, which was better than nothing.

"Hey, pale girl, are you okay? You look like a zombie!" said a tomboyish woman not far from her. She was busy changing the tires of her motorbike until she noticed Mon's presence.

"Who are you? Please don't meddle in my business."

"I'm a human who always makes my parents angry and annoys the people around me," she said, leaning against the wall while watching Mon swallow her medicine. "Do you want me to take you to the hospital or clinic? You don't look okay."

"Please get out of here. I don't want to talk to a stranger like you," said Becky, who was still holding back the pain she was experiencing. The medicine she swallowed had not started to work.

"You already talked to me, pale girl. If you don't want to talk to me, you should keep your mouth shut," she said, then played with her cap. "Oh! My name is Earth. What's your name?"

"If you don't want to go, let me go."

"I will go now. Be careful. Do not pass out on the road."

Mon rolled her eyes.

"Stupid woman."

Gazing out at the heavy rain, she thought, "Is that the only choice I have left?" That was the last person she wanted to meet, but she had no choice but to take a gamble for her dad's sake.

Mon went home to clean herself up before taking a taxi to Hawthorn Villa.

They hadn't met in more than ten years, and Mon had no idea how she was doing. Judging by the grand villa, Mon guessed that she had been doing pretty well.

After stating the purpose of her visit, a maid led Mon into the living room, where a grateful woman was sitting. "Mon," said the woman as she looked at Mon with pretty eyes.

However, Mon couldn't bring herself to call her "mom." Chloe Parker had left when Mon was eight.

It was Melvin Fovert's birthday that day, and Mon had been in high spirits, eager to return home and celebrate her dad's birthday with her family.

She never knew that what awaited her was her parents' divorce. Mon had chased after her mom, scrambling down the stairs and falling.

She did not even realize that she had lost her shoes. All she cared about was clinging onto her mom's legs. She was crying and said, "Mom, don't go!"

The grateful woman bent down, stroked Mon's cheeks, and said, "I'm sorry."

"Mom, don't leave me. I will be a good girl. I promise I won't go to the playground for more than two hours. I won't make you mad. I will listen to you. Please..."

Hastily, young Mon blubbered everything she could think of in the hope of making her mom stay.

In the end, her mom simply told Mon that her marriage to Melvin Fovert was not a happy one and that she had found her true happiness elsewhere. Mon saw a man she had never met help her mom place her luggage in a car, and they both left while holding each other's hands.

Mon chased after their car for a mile without wearing any shoes before crashing heavily onto the ground.