Chapter 4

But just before we left for the train station, little Manuela suddenly developed a high fever.

My mother couldn't worry about the train. She carried me and ran to the hospital.

"I'm sorry, miss, but the hospital is short-staffed."

As soon as the doctor finished speaking, my mother fell to her knees.

"Please, doctor, please! My daughter is only five years old. She's dying!"

The doctor said helplessly:

"Miss, it's really not that I won't save her. It's that Mr. Wallace's daughter caught a cold, and all our pediatric attending physicians have been transferred there."

My mother rushed out of the hospital like a madwoman.

She took a taxi and went from hospital to hospital asking, getting rejected at every single one.

"Please, save my daughter!"

But the answer was the same everywhere. All pediatric attending physicians had been transferred to the private hospital under the Henrichs Group.

At that moment, my mother's mind went blank. She called my father with trembling hands.

"Wallace, Manuela is dying... Please save her, please save her..."

But my father demanded that my mother livestream an apology to Henrichs and admit to being a homewrecker before he would agree to have someone treat me.

I knew what consequences my mother would face if she compromised. I shook my head, urging my mother to refuse.

But my mother agreed immediately.

She turned to me and said, "Being insulted doesn't matter, as long as my Manuela is healthy."

My father, afraid that Henrichs would suffer even the slightest grievance, even promoted the livestream.

Countless vicious comments flooded the comment section. My mother was quickly torn apart by abuse.

The hashtag #Montoya Is A Homewrecker# quickly topped the trending list.

Only then was my father satisfied. He was about to call a doctor to examine me.

But at that very moment, Henrichs clutched her belly and cried out in pain.

No one paid attention to my mother and me anymore. They all surrounded Henrichs.

My mother anxiously grabbed the doctor. "Please look at my daughter first. She's really dying..."

The doctor shook off my mother's hand. "Mrs. Henrichs's pregnancy is unstable. Everyone, out of the way!"

My mother was pushed so hard she hit the wall. I quickly stepped forward to support her.

"Mom, are you okay?"

My mother didn't pay attention to me. She stumbled after them:

"Please, just look at my daughter for a moment..."

At that moment, a doctor rushed out frantically:

"This is bad, Mr. Wallace! Your wife is hemorrhaging. She needs a blood transfusion immediately!"

My father shouted at him, "Contact the blood bank now!"

The doctor wiped his sweat. "But your wife has rare Rh-negative blood. The hospital's blood bank doesn't have a matching type..."

My mother suddenly trembled, shakily trying to pull me away.

At that moment, my father's gaze fell on little Manuela. He suddenly became somewhat excited.

"Manuela... Manuela also has Rh-negative blood, right?"