After the Betrayal, My Heart Sank into Despair!

I sobered up instantly.

As I arrived at the hospital, my mother was still in the emergency room, and my father was sitting on a bench outside the room. He looked haggard at this time.

"What on earth are you and Della doing?"

Only then did I realize that Della had made such a big fuss today and the video had gone viral online.

My mom happened to watch the video before going to bed, and suddenly...

In an instant, I fell next to my dad, holding my face in pain.

My mother, who had been in a poor state before, had a heart bypass surgery recently. Not to mention that she was anxious and upset because of the news.

The doctor issued a critical illness notice.

I watched my father sign his name tremblingly, and my heart ached.

Neither my dad nor I spoke for four hours.

The doctor finally came out, and we held hope while seeing him. Yet, he just sighed.

All of a sudden, I couldn't breathe.

"We manage to save her life, but it still depends on the situation tonight."

In the ICU, my father and I held my mother's hands one after another.

I was choked with sobs. "Mom, Mom, hold on. We will find a way. We can save you. We will transfer you to another hospital."

Tears fell non-stop as I realized that I was about to lose my mother.

I gazed at my mother through a mist of tears.

She opened her mouth and said with difficulty, "Della... I have something to say."

I wiped my tears away and responded.

"Della, right? Okay, Mom, don't get excited. I'll call now. Mom, please hold on."

I stumbled out of the ward, my hand holding the phone shaking uncontrollably. During the process, I wished that Della could answer the call quickly.

If she answered the phone today, I could forgive her. She could do whatever she wanted later.

I tried several times.

Every time she hung up on me, I would call again.

The last time when I called, her phone was turned off.

My heart sank completely. I then mobilized all our mutual friends to contact her. Meanwhile, I even called her parents, Allen Gerta and Daisy Gerta.

In the end, I only received a message from Della.

[I'm busy. Let me deal with it as I get back.]

Just as I was about to call her again, several nurses dashed past me in a hurry.

I realized something was off, so I hurried to catch up.

Upon running to the ICU, I saw the doctor trying to save my mother.

I suddenly experienced dull pain.

I was praying that I would do anything as long as my mother could survive this time.

But that night, my mother finally passed away.

The shock aged my dad enormously overnight.

I couldn't even walk steadily.

Della's parents rushed over upon hearing the news.

They kept apologizing to me, but it was useless.

My mother would never come to life, and everything couldn't go back to the way it was.

I regretted meeting Della, and I hated her deeply. If it weren't for her mischief, my mother wouldn't die!

Yet, I hated myself even more for not being able to judge people well.

No one could contact Della at the end of my mother's funeral. Even when Allen and Daisy called her, the phone was turned off.

It seemed like she had disappeared from this world out of thin air.

Just as Allen and Daisy were about to call the police, Della posted a photo on Instagram.

I didn't think that she hadn't seen any phone calls for so long. She did it on purpose!

My hatred suddenly surged up in my heart.