The Whole Family Doesn't Love Me

"I don't have money to cure you!"

With a snap, the phone call was abruptly ended and the screen of the mobile phone went dark.

I held the phone so tightly that my fingertips turned pale from exertion, and I sat weakly on the floor of the hospital.

I had no tears in my eyes and I just felt cold all over. My mind went blank, only my mother's words kept repeating.

A few days ago, I fainted at my workplace because of continuous overtime. When I woke up in the hospital, I suddenly received a phone call from my mother. She sounded anxious and only said, "It's a matter of life and death. Hurry up and send money." Then she hurriedly hung up the phone.

When I reacted and called again, I couldn't get through.

I was so anxious, afraid that something might happen at home. I hastily put together 70,000 dollars from the money I had saved since I had been working for a year. Worried that it wouldn't be enough, I borrowed another 30,000 dollars from a friend, sending a total of 100,000 dollars to my mother.

I just transferred the money and she immediately received it.

I quickly called to find out what happened at home, but no one answered the phone, and nobody answered my messages.

I forced myself to calm down. I remembered that Uncle's family was very close to our house, so I hurriedly called Uncle, but Uncle told me that nothing had happened at home.

I was not reassured and begged him to go home and take a look.

Although Uncle was impatient, he still agreed to go and have a look.

After confirming that there was really nothing wrong at home, I felt relieved, but I began to wonder why my mom called for so much money.

Soon, I knew the answer.

The next day, I saw my brother posting a property certificate on Instagram, with the caption: 24/Downtown/160 square meters/Fully Paid.

I, who was working overtime at the company, felt my blood rush to my head and blacked out.

When I woke up again, my colleague had already sent me to the hospital.

I thought I had just fainted from anger. Seeing my worried colleague sitting next to the hospital bed, I was very embarrassed and quickly said, "I am fine and can be discharged now."

My colleague, however, rushed to stop me from getting up and hesitated, saying, "Nico, why don't you call your family?"

Seeing her expression, I realized something was wrong and pushed her aside to go straight to the doctor's office.

The doctor had wanted me to notify my family, but when I told him that I couldn't reach them, he sighed and told me that there was something in my brain. But there was nothing to worry about. Further tests would be done and if it was benign, the surgery would have a high success rate.

I asked the doctor how much the surgery would cost, and he said it wouldn't be much. 60,000 to 70,000 dollars would be enough after all the expenses were added up and reimbursed.

Listening to the doctor's words, my mood was like riding a roller coaster, and now it has finally settled a bit.

I thanked the doctor, then came out to call my mom to explain the situation. After a few days, the call finally went through. I thought that my mom would be worried about me, come to take care of me, and reassure me.

But, my mom didn't even wait for me to finish speaking before interrupting me impatiently, "Nico, are you jealous of me buying a house for your brother?"

"You're such a wicked-minded girl, willing to curse yourself just to ask me for money."

"I don't have any money. I spent all my money on buying a house for your brother!"

"I don't have money to cure you! You deserve to die."

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Although I knew that my parents had some traditional thoughts favoring sons over daughters, I never expected my own mother to say such malicious words to me.