But this was ultimately their own matter and I couldn’t interfere. I just wanted a little peace. Alas, the storm was coming. One day, I was in a meeting when Nancy called anxiously. “Hannah! It’s terrible! Your mother’s been beaten! She’s in the emergency room at the Akso Hospital! Come quickly!”
My mind went blank. I grabbed my bag and rushed out, driving as fast as I could to the hospital.
In the emergency room, my mother lay on the bed, the gauze on her forehead still oozing blood and the sterilization tray beside her was filled with blood-stained cotton balls.
I was trembling and crying. “Mom?”
Meanwhile, Rebecca stood aside, averting her eyes. My mother burst into tears when she saw me. She opened her mouth to speak, but gasped because of the pain at the corner of her mouth.
I was shaking with anger and shouted, “Nancy! Who did this?”
Nancy shuddered with fear. She looked at me, then at Rebecca and finally spoke hesitantly.