I was alone in the hospital, crying in anxiety. I made numerous calls to Oliver, desperately pleading for him to come and see Sunshine and find a more experienced doctor.
Regrettably, he turned off his phone, left his sick son behind, and rushed to his long-awaited beloved.
It wasn't until the following day that I saw Oliver, who carried the unmistakable scent of makeup and appeared incredibly content. Meanwhile, I had spent the entire night sitting in the hospital, watching over Sunshine without daring to close my eyes.
I came to the hospital.
Three years ago, my father died in a car accident, and my mother was seriously ill with cancer. The Maxwell family was shorted and began to decline, with stock prices continuously plummeting thereafter.
In the face of the Maxwell family's unfortunate circumstances, Oliver chose not to extend a helping hand, ultimately leading to the bankruptcy of the Maxwell Group soon after.
Now that Sunshine was dead, my mother was my only family in this world, and I couldn't lose her again.
I carried the prepared meal to my mother's ward and forced a smile, saying, "Mom, how are you feeling today?"
My mother turned her head and looked behind me, asking, "Ellie, you're here. Where didn't Sunshine come today?"
Actually, Sunshine was my son's nickname, symbolizing my hope for him to radiate warmth and positivity like the sun.
His real name was Leo Lewis, given by Oliver.
Leo. Good name. It carried Oliver's longing for Cleo.
The vivid image of Sunshine lying broken after falling off the cliff suddenly resurfaced in my mind, causing me to momentarily lose awareness and struggle to maintain my balance.
"Mom, Sunshine had a class, so I'm the only one coming here today," I explained.
My mother was now in the advanced stage of cancer, fighting for her life through chemotherapy and imported medications. I didn't want her to know these sad things.
Due to the bankruptcy of the Maxwell family, we were left with only a few remaining assets. These resources were all dedicated towards sustaining my mother's life.
After my repeated requests, Oliver agreed to arrange for my mother to stay in this advanced intensive care unit and hire a professional orderly to provide her with the necessary care.
My mother's hair had all fallen out. She spoke to me in an apologetic tone, saying, "Ellie, it's my fault for not being able to help you and causing you so much trouble."