Tears of overwhelming joy blurred my vision. I rushed outside, flagged down a taxi and headed straight to the hospital.
However, when I pushed open the door to my mother’s room, my steps faltered. There, standing by her bedside, was someone I never expected to see.
Kelly.
She stood there like a viper, “Hello, Auntie. Remember me? I used to work with your precious daughter. Do you know what Jane’s been up to while you were lying here helpless?”
Her voice oozed false pity and cruelty. “She stole my fiancé. She even shamelessly got herself pregnant just to claw her way into the Payton Family. She’s nothing but a cheap, disgusting woman.”
My mother, weak and fragile, struggled to breathe as her face flushed an angry red. Yet even with her muscles stiff and atrophied from months of immobility, she forced her trembling hand to grab the water cup on the table … and hurled it straight at Kelly.
The cup struck her squarely and splashed water all over Kelly’s expensive clothes.
She glared at my mother and hissed, “Like mother, like daughter. You’re both equally disgusting.”