Chapter 85 No Matter How Difficult, Never Give Up
Nancy yelled, "What's Raymond up to? Is he really gonna push your dad to the edge before he's happy?"
Hearing it was Raymond's doing, she got so mad tears streamed down her face, teeth clenched tight.
Margaret's eye twitched. She never thought Raymond could be such a jerk. They just got divorced, and he already cut off Marlon's medical bills.
The hospital director sighed, looking at Margaret with concern. "Ms. Hughes, you should find another hospital ASAP. Public ones are cheaper. The treatment might not be as good, but it's better than nothing."
Margaret asked, "How long do we have to transfer?"
The director replied, "Two days. After that, whether you've found a new place or not, we'll stop the treatment. Ms. Hughes, Mr. Hughes doesn't have much time left."
After the director left, Nancy, still fuming, wiped her tears and dialed Raymond's number.
The phone rang forever. But he didn't pick up.
Desperate, Nancy called over a dozen times. Raymond, probably fed up, turned off his phone.
Nancy's tears fell, veins popping on her forehead, as she cursed while gripping her phone. "Bastard, how did our Hughes family end up with Raymond? He only showed up once after your dad's accident. Everything he has now is from our Hughes family. And now he turned his back on us just like that. "
Margaret quickly tried to calm her down, helping her to a chair. "Mom, don't get yourself worked up."
"Margaret, what the hell happened? Tell me, why did he suddenly turn his back on us? Something must've gone down, right?" Nancy held Margaret's hand, worriedly asking, "Tell me the truth, what happened?"
"I..." Margaret suddenly found herself tongue-tied. She didn't know how to tell Nancy that she and Raymond had already divorced.
Nancy, in her anxiety, started crying again. "Margaret, you need to go find him. Tell him the medical bills can't be cut off. Your dad will die; this is serious!"
Seeing Nancy cry made Margaret feel like her heart was being pricked by needles.
Nancy said, "Did you have a fight with him? Margaret, you need to think about the bigger picture. If your dad falls, we have no one to rely on. Going against Raymond will only bring you more suffering. You can't be so stubborn."
Margaret looked at the white hair on Nancy's head, like silver needles stabbing her eyes.
Nancy had aged so much recently, with wrinkles like winding paths. She remembered how Nancy always took care of herself; when had she ever had fine lines before?
Margaret held Nancy's frail wrist, her tears falling onto it, sticky and warm. "Mom, there are so many hospitals in Silverbrook. There has to be one willing to take us. Leave it to me."
After leaving the hospital, Margaret started contacting other hospitals.
She didn't call Raymond because she knew it would be pointless.
Besides, with the divorce, his attitude clearly showed he wanted to cut ties.
She suddenly got what he meant on the day they signed the divorce papers.
He had said, "Margaret, you'll come back crying and begging me sooner or later."
He had set a trap, just waiting for her to fall into it.
Margaret wiped away her tears.
She spent the whole night online, finding 200 private hospitals and 100 public ones in Silverbrook.
No way all 300 would turn them down, right?
The current hospital bills were sky-high; they had to transfer sooner or later.
The next day, Margaret called around about transferring, only to find that all 300 hospitals had some excuse to refuse her when they heard her name.
Either the wards were full, or they quoted crazy high treatment costs to make her give up.
Margaret was stunned; it was too much of a coincidence.
Luckily, one public hospital finally agreed to take Marlon.
The cost wasn't bad; the deposit was $50,000.
She had exactly $100,000 left on her card, enough to cover a while. Then she'd find a job to support Marlon.
Margaret queued up at the window to pay.
Nancy called, anxiously urging, "Margaret, did you find a hospital? We only have two days."
Margaret replied, "Mom, I did. I'm handling the admission stuff and then transferring Dad."
Margaret saw the woman in front finish paying, and the staff at the window called for the next person.
She quickly whispered, "I gotta go, I'm paying now."
"Good, as long as you found one. Take care." After saying that, Nancy hung up.
Margaret handed Marlon's documents through the payment window. "I'm here to handle the admission, thanks."
"Alright, please wait a moment." The staff quickly scanned the documents and swiped them through the machine.
The staff's fingers flew over the black keyboard, typing like crazy.
Margaret sighed in relief. It seemed the transfer was finally settled.
At that moment, the staff's desk phone rang.
The staff picked up the receiver with a blank expression. "Silverbrook Horizon Medical Center payment hall, how can I help you?"
Margaret noticed the staff's expression change slightly. She didn't know what was said on the other end, but the staff replied, "Okay, got it."
After hanging up, the staff took the documents from the machine and placed them back at the window, leaning into the small microphone. "I'm sorry, Miss, but Marlon can't be admitted to our hospital."
"Why?" Margaret's eyelid twitched, and she gripped her bank card tightly.
The card's sharp corners dug painfully into her palm.
The staff spoke coldly, "The hospital is full. We can't take any more patients. You should try another hospital."
"But you just said there was a spot. What did that phone call say? Who called you?" Margaret felt bewildered.
The staff's eyelid twitched, a flash of panic in their eyes, but they quickly composed themselves and glared at Margaret. "I made a mistake earlier. The ward you need is full! Arguing here won't help! Move along, next!"
Margaret wanted to say more, but an older woman had already pushed her aside, throwing her documents and papers to the side. "Move along, don't hold up the line."
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