She Loved Me So Much She Left

I asked Hank what was going on on earth. He didn't give me an answer but spoke coldly to ask me not to grieve too much and rest well. He said that would be the best comfort for my dead mother.

The moment he mentioned Mom, I could not help but break down and cry.

"But Mom said I wasn't her daughter. Can you tell me what's going on?" I wailed.

Hank remained silent and quietly left the hospital room.

The stabbing pain in my heart kept me awake all night. I yearned for morning to come so that I could see Hank and question him thoroughly about the whole matter.

Unexpectedly, an unfamiliar doctor came into my hospital room the next morning.

I froze for a moment before asking, "Where is Dr. Gibson?"

"Well, Dr. Gibson mishandled a patient's case and caused a tragedy. He's been suspended," said the doctor.

When I heard that, I was stunned. After being discharged, I returned alone to the home that had once been full of bustling warmth but was now cold and empty.

The moment I opened the door, I saw the wedding photo of Dad and Mom placed in the entryway. Then, my gaze landed on the photos of Mom and me from my childhood to adulthood.

Mom had once told me that as long as she could see me grow up happily, she felt that all her years of hard work were worth it.

In the drawer were the property deeds for the house and car Mom had prepared for me, along with pieces of gold jewelry. These were the wedding gifts Mom had prepared for me. She said these assets were for me to fall back on in my marriage.

But before I even found a boyfriend, she had already taken her own life. I collapsed to the floor, clutching a photo of the three of us.

I cried out in grief, "Mom, didn't you want to see me get married and have children? Didn't you want to see how much my child would resemble Dad? But why did you say I am not your and Dad's daughter?"

Exhausted from crying, I wiped the mottled tears from my face. I pulled out my phone and arranged to meet with Hank. All I wanted was to ask for the truth.

Hank had always been my attending doctor. When I was a child and had suffered a serious illness, he had been the one to cure me. Because of this, Mom always saw him as the person who saved her most beloved daughter.

No matter what disagreements arose, Hank's words carried the most weight and were always taken as the unquestionable truth.

On that day, he had clearly affirmed that I was Mom's daughter. Why had Mom refused to believe it so vehemently? That was very out of character for her.

And the "accident" Hank mentioned… What did it mean? During the time after my acute abdominal pain and fainting, had something strange occurred?

This time, I was determined to hear the truth from Hank himself.

When Hank opened the door, I was startled to see that his face looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant. His beard was unshaven, and his eyes behind the thick black-framed glasses he wore were unfocused.

When he saw me, the light in his eyes dimmed, but he still allowed my intrusion.

"I am sorry about your mother's death," Hank said in a low, dejected voice.

"I just want to know what happened. Why did Mom say I wasn't her daughter? What exactly happened after I fainted?" I asked the questions agitatedly in rapid succession as I stood before him.

My mom was already dead. I had no intention of blaming Hank. I just wanted answers.

"It was my fault. I am so sorry." Hank kept repeating his apology, but he never once mentioned what had actually transpired that day.

Seeing Hank nearly collapse under the weight of guilt, I grasped his trembling fist to calm him. I said soothingly, "You cured my illness back then. So no matter what you did that day, I can accept it."

It would have been better if I had not said that. The moment I mentioned my illness from years ago, Hank's head, which had been lowered all the while, suddenly snapped up.

When he saw my face, he seemed triggered and let out a startled cry. He shook off my hand and rushed toward the wall.

As he slammed his head against it with all his might, "I'm sorry. It's my fault for not carefully verifying everything back then. It's my fault you turned out this way."

Witnessing Hank's attempt to kill himself shocked me so much that I fainted on the spot. In a daze, I heard the nurses chatting beside the hospital bed.

"Alas. It really wasn't Dr. Gibson's fault."

"Yeah. I feel so sorry for him."

I opened my eyes, and the nurse immediately noticed that I was awake. She quickly called for the doctor.

Douglas White examined me and said, "You've had a shock. You need proper rest."

But I was troubled by the strange behavior exhibited by Mom and Hank, and I could not rest at all. I felt as if I were going mad.

I grabbed Douglas' hand tightly to stop him from leaving. "What happened after I was rushed to the emergency room with severe abdominal pain?"