Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker!

Chapter 413 - 413: Sick Friend

Translator: Henyee Translations    Editor: Henyee Translations

Mrs. Walton sighed. “Her treatment is over. She’s back in the country.” Back then, Emily had the same illness as Helena. It was just that Helena did not get a suitable match, but Emily did. However, Emily’s family was very poor. She did not know how she met Helena. Helena was happy for her and even asked George to help Emily pay for the medical fees. How could George bear to refuse? Besides, he could afford a few million yuan for the treatment. To the Walton family, this little money was nothing. Later, Emily went overseas for treatment with the Walton family’s funding. Later, Helena went missing. The

Walton family was looking for her. They were exhausted by this matter and no one remembered Emily anymore.

Amelia played with the eggs as she ate. Suddenly, the eggs stood still and fell with a thud. She pointed at George. Amelia exclaimed.

At about ten in the morning, a guest came to the house. It was a girl in plain clothes who looked to be in her twenties or forties.

“Hello, Mrs. Walton. I’m Emily. Do you remember me?” Emily looked nervous as she tugged at her clothes.

Mrs. Walton smiled kindly. “I remember. Sit.”

Emily glanced uneasily at the sofa and said, “Um, I think I’ll pass. That sofa looks so expensive. I’m not worthy…”

Mrs. Walton: ‘

Amelia: ‘

Emily, who had said that she was not worthy of sitting on such an expensive sofa, looked at George. “Brother George, I’m here to thank you today. If you hadn’t given me money to go for treatment back then, I might have died long ago, but I don’t know how to repay you. My family is very poor… I don’t know what I can give you…” She bit the corner of her lips and stirred her clothes uneasily.

Amelia: “???” She looked at this auntie called Emily strangely and felt that her behavior was strange.

Helena said in surprise, “It’s Emily.”

Amelia asked quietly, “Mom, is she a friend of yours?”

Helena recalled. “I guess she was a sickmate. In the past, when I was treated in the hospital, I would walk around the garden when I could get out of bed. That was when I met Emily.” After chatting with Emily, she realized that she had the same illness as her and even said sadly that she was not going to treat it.

Helena: “I asked her why she didn’t want to receive treatment. I even encouraged her not to give up hope. She said that her family sold their car and house to treat her. They were originally ordinary people in a small county. One illness exhausted all their assets…

Helena sympathized with Emily at that time. Seeing that she wanted to give up the treatment and choose to be discharged, her father squatted at the side and did not say a word. Her mother was silently wiping her tears. Her heart softened and she gave them the treatment fee.

Helena: “The second time we met, it was already a month later. It was time for Emily’s chemotherapy again. She told me that she was making a fuss and said that she wouldn’t come for treatment, but in order to treat her, her father drew blood and sold it for money. Her mother knelt and begged her…” After saying this, Emily looked at Helena enviously. She said that she lived in a VIP ward and enjoyed the best medical resources. She never had to worry about money, but she was different. She was prepared to die at any time. She even wanted to jump off a building to end herself and free her parents.

Helena: “I think Emily’s family is really pitiful. I slowly became friends with her like this. Later, I paid for every hospitalization she received.” After all, money meant nothing to her at that time. She was not a Virgin Mary, but she saw the same despair in Emily. She hoped that others would be well, so could she. Seeing others well, she seemed to have a trace of hope in her heart.

Amelia was enlightened. So that was how it was.

Helena: “The last time I saw Emily was probably when I was lying down and couldn’t get up. She came to the VIP ward herself and found me. She cried and said goodbye to me. I asked her what was wrong. She said that she had found a suitable bone marrow match, but a whole bone marrow replacement chemotherapy would cost millions. It wasn’t something her family could afford at all. At that time, Emily cried and asked me why the heavens were so cruel. They gave her hope and made her despair again.. In that case, she might as well not have heard the news…