Hannah Roland’s heart ached upon hearing what her mother said.

She felt as if the sky was crashing down on her.

Her mother’s illness was much more severe than her father’s. It was very likely she would end up dying if she didn’t get the treatment as soon as possible.

She might not survive even if she did receive treatment.

To Hannah, her parents were the most important people in the world. She couldn’t watch her mother die without doing something.

“Mom, can’t you take the money out in advance for your treatment? Can’t you negotiate with them?” she asked.

Her mother shook her head. “I’ve tried, but they won’t allow it. There are rules in the contract we signed back then.”

“Let me think of something," she insisted, hastily wiping her tears away. "Leave it to me. I’ll make sure you get treated. You’ll recover. You’ll survive. I won’t let you die.”

Her mother shook her head after hearing this. “No, we’ve already spent our savings on your father’s treatment. There is nothing left.”