I ran back and forth between home and the hospital every day, pinching pennies just to save money for emergencies.
But I never imagined that Jude wasn't supporting our family at all. He even took Belle's life-saving money to go on a trip with Linda and Margerie.
I was dazed for three seconds, then quickly snapped back to reality and continued to gather money.
But by the time I had collected the full amount for the surgery, the doctor told me the kidney had gone to another patient. Belle had died.
I cried so hard that I almost passed out. "Today is Mother's Day. I should be receiving a gift from my daughter, not the news of her death ..."
In the end, it was the relatives who came after hearing the news and took me back. As for my husband, Belle's biological father, he only arrived at her funeral and even then, he was late.
I was drowning in tears, but Jude only squeezed out two tears in front of others. Once the guests left, he immediately changed his expression and demanded the funeral money from me.
He said, "Now that Belle is dead, you don't need that money anymore. Hand it over so I can use it for something important."