Two days had passed since the doctor discharged me. He left me some instructions: in a week, I had to start chemotherapy. Honestly, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t even have money to save my own life, and even if I did, it wouldn’t matter. Nothing could save me. So, I supposed all that was left was to give up.

I grabbed my small bag and left the hospital completely alone. I saw the mansion’s driver waiting for me, signaling for me to get into the car. With no other choice, I went to him and got in. Immediately, the car started moving.

When we arrived at the mansion, I quickly got out of the car and went inside. I closed the door behind me and, as I turned, I saw Arlette’s despicable face in front of me. I walked forward, trying to avoid her, but she grabbed my arm and pulled me back. How I hated when she did that.

“I see you couldn’t help yourself and made a whole scene just to get Alexander’s attention, you damn bitch,” she said, glaring at me harshly.

“I don’t know what you’re ta