The Whole Family Doesn't Love Me

"Nico? Nico? Are you okay?"

The voice of my colleague brought me back to reality.

I regained my senses, took a deep breath, and forced a smile to reassure my colleague that I was fine.

After she left, I thought for a long time and finally gathered the courage to dial a number.

My trembling fingers indicated the anxiety in my heart at the moment. I had already borrowed from all the friends I could borrow from in the past two days. Now this phone call was my last hope and I wasn't even sure if I could get through.

Fortunately, the phone was quickly answered.

Within an hour, a beautiful woman with a permed hairstyle and professional attire appeared by my bedside, saying, "SweeGracert, long time no see."

The woman was my aunt Grace White who had strayed from her family and broken up with them ten years earlier.

When I first came to this city, Grace somehow found my contact information and told me to call her if I needed anything.

This was the first time I reached out to her.

"Aunt, you're here." I didn't expect her to come so quickly, so I hurriedly sat up to greet her. I felt a bit awkward facing a woman I hadn't seen in years.

I blushed red and finished the general situation with Grace, my fingers nervously pinching the hem of my shirt.

Grace's beautiful face gradually showed a hint of anger, and her eyes looked at me with a mix of concern. "Darling, don't worry. They don't want you, but I do. We will be fine and healthy."

A few days later, the test results came out and it was benign.

When the doctor told us the results, Grace seemed even more nervous than me, but she smiled and held my hand to comfort me, pretending to be calm. It was only when she heard that it was benign that she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

That afternoon, Grace went to the doctor and agreed on a date for the operation and paid the necessary fees for me.

I wrote her an IOU, but she didn't accept it. She just told me to rest and recover.

Soon, it was the day of the operation.

Grace came early in the morning to accompany me and told me not to be afraid.

When I woke up from anesthesia, it was already evening. Grace was lying on the side of my bed asleep, with moonlight pouring in through the window and shining on her. I couldn't help but raise my hand and try to touch her back.

As far as I could remember, I had never received such attentive care from my mom. I remembered when I had a high fever when I was a child, I was so dizzy that I couldn't walk steadily. I begged my mom to take me to the clinic for an injection, but she just threw me my ID while lying in bed watching TV, asking me to go by myself. To this day, I still remembered walking to the clinic holding onto the wall a little bit. The usual two-minute walk seemed to be as long as two centuries that day. I didn't even remember if I fainted on the way.

Feeling my movement, Grace woke up immediately.

She raised her head, looking a bit tired, "Sweetie, you finally woke up. How are you feeling? Are you uncomfortable anywhere? The doctor said the surgery was successful. After a few days of observation, you can be discharged right away if there's no problem!"

I stared at Grace, tears streaming down my face.

I didn't cry when I knew I was sick, and I didn't cry when my mom told me to go to hell But now, seeing Grace's caring face, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

Seeing me crying, Grace panicked, "What's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Let me call the doctor for you."

I quickly grabbed her hand which was about to press the button, "Aunt, I'm fine. I'm just so happy to see you here."

After saying that, the two of us stared at each other and burst into laughter.

"You scared me!" Grace scolded.