The surprise in Esmeralda's eyes flickered. She looked panicked after hearing my words.
“Back then, if it wasn't for me, your dad would have only left earlier, Euharrell. I promised to your dad that I would take care of you for the rest of your life, but only if you wouldn't hurt Raymond Fletcher.”
The corner of my mouth pulled out a self-deprecating smile. I shouldn't have expected anything more from her. My eyes suddenly went black. I then lost consciousness and fell backwards.
When I opened my eyes again, the smell of sterilized water filled my nostrils. The nurse was changing my medicine for me. Seeing me awake, I rushed to call the doctor, who signed with a heavy face.
“According to the examination, the diagnosis is a rare form of cancer. But Mr. Euharrell, you are so young, if you receive good treatment and relax, there is a chance to beat it.”
My head hurt vaguely. I didn't realize that my life suddenly seemed to be coming to an end. Perhaps it was God's punishment for my poor knowledge of people. The cell phone buzzed. It was Esmeralda, who sent a message.