Mr. Mitchell had no choice but to set aside the dinner he was holding. With his son’s life hanging in the balance, how could he possibly be in the mood for dinner? "Since you’re here and you’ve seen him, just leave the money and go," he said to Nia.
Molly Harguez put down the dinner she was holding, stood up, and walked over to Nia Mitchell.
"What? Do you take for a charity?" Molly Harguez demanded. "Expecting soone to just show up, take a look, say nothing, drop the money, and leave?"
Seeing Molly Harguez acting this way, not just Nia Mitchell, but anyone would have found it impossible to remain pleasant.
"Let tell you, I don’t have any money," Nia Mitchell spoke first.
"What do you an you don’t have any money? Huh? We raised you for so many years, and now, at a crucial ti like this, you have no money? You ungrateful wretch!" Molly Harguez exclaid, instantly furious, her face contorted with rage.
"I haven’t even graduated yet. Where would I get any money?" Nia Mitchell pointed out. It was a fact they shouldn’t have forgotten.
Molly Harguez was montarily speechless. She silently calculated in her mind; it seed Nia indeed hadn’t graduated yet.
"I told you a long ti ago, why bother going to university?" Molly Harguez then said, her voice sharp and rapid as she rattled off the words, heedless of anything else. "You should have just gotten a job. Four years! In four years of working, think how much money you could have saved! Instead, you insisted on studying and even spent the family’s money."
Nia Mitchell was speechless.
"I paid for my own education; I didn’t ask you for money. You didn’t give a single cent throughout my university years," Nia Mitchell imdiately retorted, stating these facts to counter Molly Harguez’s harassnt.
Her words, however, made Mr. Mitchell, who was standing to the side, feel deeply ashad. All these years, the one he felt most guilty towards was Nia.
"What kind of talk is that? Are you trying to settle old scores with now?" Molly Harguez demanded, her eyes wide and face contorted with rage as she rolled up her sleeves, ready to argue with Nia Mitchell.
"What’s all the shouting about? This is a hospital!"
Suddenly, the door to the Ergency Room opened, and a doctor erged, frowning.
"Doctor, how is my son?" Mr. Mitchell imdiately rushed forward, his face filled with hope.
"He’s temporarily out of danger for now but still needs observation," the doctor stated. "We’ll discuss the specifics later. First, you need to go pay the fees and then complete the admission procedures."
After saying this, the doctor left imdiately.
Mr. Mitchell stood there, stunned. The words "temporarily out of danger" echoed in his mind. Temporarily out of danger... That’s great, just great. He’ll definitely be alright.
Seeing Mr. Mitchell in this state, Nia Mitchell couldn’t bear the thought of him running back and forth to handle paynts and admission procedures. "How much money do you two have? I’ll go make the paynt," she offered.
"What are you talking about? We don’t have any money," Molly Harguez retorted imdiately, then simply stood there.
No money? Nia Mitchell sneered inwardly; she didn’t believe for a mont they didn’t have a single cent. After all, isn’t the one lying in there her son?
"I haven’t graduated yet either, so I don’t have any money," Nia Mitchell stated, remaining where she stood. Even though I know this will make Father uncomfortable... I just can’t stand being manipulated or forced.
Hearing Nia Mitchell’s words, Molly Harguez crossed her arms and stood there.
"I don’t believe you don’t have money. I’ve heard you’re the secret lover of so Young Master Peary from Capital Town. That Young Master Peary is supposedly very rich. You ’little mistresses’ must get plenty of benefits. And you still claim you have no money?"
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