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