"Be, I’m sorry to tell you, but your mother refuses chemotherapy..."

"W-What—" No more words came out of her mouth. She was shocked and speechless to hear that.

Her hand turned cold as she listened to Aunty Angie’s exnation.

However, one question now bothered her mind: Why did her mother refuse chemotherapy?

Angie continued to exin when she saw Be unable to say anything.

"We found out about your mother’s cancerst year. Since then, your mother has refused to undergo treatment. Even though I convinced her many times, she still refused."

Angie’s gloomy face slowly faded, reced with a warm smile, looking at Be.

"Be, now that you’re back and know about your mother’s illness, I hope you can convince her to do chemotherapy. If we dy treating her cancer, it might get worse. And, if we’re toote, we won’t be able to help her."

There were no words that could describe Be’s current feelings. The fear that her mother would die—this was the feeling she often experienced when she saw her father torture her mother in the past. It was too hurtful to witness or to remember those times.

A long time ago, she had buried this feeling of fear in the abyss of her heart, and now, hearing her mother might die because of her illness, that fear had emerged again.

It made her chest feel tight like someone was blocking her breathing.

"Be, are you alright, dear!?" Angie asked when she saw Be’s face pale and her breathing bing shallow. She immediately stood up and took out a water bottle from the shelf in the corner. "Drink this water, Be..." she offered as she ced her hand on Be’s shoulder.

Angie’s question snapped Be out of her thoughts. She turned to look at Angie, standing beside her. She didn’t say anything but epted the water bottle.

After drinking almost half the bottle, Be felt a little relieved. Her breathing no longer felt short, but her mind was still blurry. Countless questions were now dancing in her mind, demanding answers.

"Aunt Angie, if my mother were to seek treatment now, would there still be hope of recovery? I mean, fully recovered?"

This was Be’s number one question. She needed to know this before considering what other steps she needed to take.

"Yes. But there’s a variable that could—" Angie paused as she looked Be in the eyes, concerned about her mother’s mental state after what she experiencedst night—being beaten by her own husband.

When Angie saw Natalie this morning, the first thing she wanted to do was go to the police and report that scum, Lucas Donovan. How dare he beat his own wife like a punching bag? He is not human but a devil!

However, telling Be about her father now stopped her. Angie worried that Be might be shocked if she heard about this.

...

Be clenched her hand into a fist, waiting for Angie to speak. But Angie didn’t continue her words. A worry shed through Be’s gaze when she saw Angie, who seemed reluctant to tell her something.

’Did my mother have another illness I didn’t know about!?’ Be muttered under her breath.

Just thinking about it was enough to make her stomach feel cramped.

"What is it, Aunty?" Be couldn’t help but ask.

"Be, I’m sorry to ask. But... Did you know about what happened to your mother? I mean... Did you know about your father’s temper, beating your mother when he was angry!?"

Hearing Angie’s words was enough for Be to understand what she wanted to say. She suppressed the anger in her stomach and took a deep breath before responding.

"Yes, I did know about it..." Be gritted her teeth, remembering her evil father.

If her father appeared before her now, she might beat him to death!

"Aunty, did something happen to my mother?" Be asked. She tried to appear calm, but the anger shing through her eyes betrayed her.

"Yes, when Natalie came to this hospital to meet me, her mental state was unstable. I’m concerned that if this continues, her condition will worsen," Angie said with concern.

Be already knew about this information from the medical report she received from Stefan.

After discussing many things with Angie, Be realized she needed to persuade her mother to undergo treatment.

"I understand, Aunty. I will meet my mother now and speak to her. Please, Aunty, prepare for her treatment. And do your best to help her clear her cancer..." Be stood from her seat and excused herself.

She couldn’t waste more time, or else her mother’s illness would be worse.

Besides, she felt like she couldn’t hold back from telling her mother about what had happened in her life recently.

"No worries, dear," Angie said as she stood up from her seat. She walked Be to the door and said, "I will try my best. But your mother has to agree to stay and undergo several procedures in our cancer facility in the capital. This is necessary for her cancer treatment."

Be stopped before she reached the door. She looked at Angie and said, "That’s good, Auntie. I live in the capital, so caring for my ill mother will be much more convenient."

Angie was stunned to hear Be’s words.

’Wow! Be is willing to take care of her mother. And she is back for good in this country?’ Angie instantly felt happy for her best friend.

For years, Natalie had talked about her daughter, who no longer cared about her and even chose to live abroad to avoid their family. She thought Be had onlye to visit.

Angie grabbed Be’s hand and said, "Oh my God, Be, I’m so happy you finally returned to this country. Now, I feel relieved you will help your mother through the suffering she was about to experience. Thank you, darling. Thank you..." Her voice shook as she held back her happy tears.

"No, Aunty. I’m the one who should thank you. Because you helped my mother when she had no one else besides her..." Be’s heart ached to say those words.

They discussed a few more things before Be left Angie Robert’s office.