After all, if it weren’t for Alex’s call, I might have really died at home. In that case, would my parents and sister be sad? Definitely not. The three of them would probably just blame me for not knowing where to die and making a good house dirty.
Meanwhile, Alex called a doctor to check on me and bought me some daily necessities. After that, I asked her to hire a nurse for me. But my assistant said she was worried and insisted on taking care of me herself. This was the first time I was taken care of by someone since I was a child, which made me feel uncomfortable.
Alex noticed that I was uncomfortable with it, so she reassured me as she smiled, “Just treat me as your own sister and do whatever you want.”
Not even Olivia was as good as Alex was. Somehow, it truly moved me and made me work hard to hold back my tears. If only my family would be this sincere.
Every day, I would check on my phone. My colleagues and friends knew that I was sick. Those who were free came to the hospital to see me while those who weren’t free called and sent WhatsApp. Only my family didn’t send a single message or call. That truly broke me.