Sonia's mother summoned a weak smile. "Mrs. Roberts, I have discussed with Sonia's father about Rita's illness. We decided not to treat her anymore. This child has had a hard life. In the following days, we intend to take her out for a walk and let her experience life so that she will not have any regrets anymore. We've tried our best," she said.
I couldn't come back to my senses. After a moment of confusion, I asked, "Why? I had asked the doctor, as long as she continued the treatment, there is a possibility of being cured. If you are worried about the medical expenses, I can be responsible for it. She is still young and has a bright future ahead of her..."
Mabel couldn't stop crying. She shook her head and said helplessly, "Even if she is cured, she will have to take care of both of us in the future. She has a greedy and good-for-nothing uncle as well. Sonia died because of us. If we cured Rita, the result would still be the same. She will be forced into a dead end. It's better to let her enjoy her remaining days and leave this world happily. Life is too hard. We don't ever want to live through this again in another life."
I don't know how to persuade her. Yes, I had forgotten about this. Even if this child was cured, there is no one for her to rely on. Eason, that useless b*stard, was enough to make her life a living hell. What's more, when she grew up, she still needed to look after her grandparents. However, even so, it didn't mean that all this couldn't be solved.
Seeing that I still wanted to persuade her, Mabel looked at me and said, "Mrs. Roberts, I know you are kind-hearted. Thank you for these days. It's getting late. You should go home now!"
I didn't get the chance to say the words I had wanted to say. It wasn't my business. I didn't have a say in any of this. I couldn't take charge of a child's future. I wasn't qualified to make the decision. This sense of powerlessness made me feel bad after I came out of the hospital.
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