Chapter 200 I Don't Want to Treat Anymore
Yvette had this crazy nightmare where some hideous beast was chasing her. She was running like mad, but no matter what, she just couldn't shake it off.
The beast finally caught her, and she screamed for help, but nobody showed up. She spotted a face in the distance and tried to reach out, but the cold stare freaked her out.
Then, the beast swallowed her whole. Yvette jolted awake, heart pounding, trying to shake off the dream. It was just a dream; she was still in bed.
Yvette felt drained. Instead of feeling rested, she was even more tired. She glanced at her phone; it was already past seven. Time to get up.
Yvette dragged herself out of bed just as Zora was getting ready for work. Seeing Yvette, Zora, holding some noodles, peeked out from the kitchen. "Yvette, I'm making breakfast. Want some?"
Yvette thought for a second, then walked over and took the noodles from Zora. "I'll handle breakfast. You go get ready. I'll make some for Mom too; she'll be up soon."
"Okay." By the time Zora finished getting ready and came back to help, Yvette had almost finished.
Zora smiled. "Since Mom's incident, I've just been eating whatever. I didn't expect you to cook noodles today. I'll go wake her up."
"Wait, Zora." Yvette called softly, "I need to ask you something."
Zora's smile faded, and she looked uneasy. "What's up?"
Yvette put the noodles on the table and wiped her hands on her apron. She walked up to Zora and calmly asked, "Zora, did you bring back Mom's diagnosis?"
Yvette's bluntness made Zora squirm. Zora looked away. "Mom asked me to, so I did."
"So you and Mom both know the results?" Yvette frowned, her voice rising.
Zora lowered her eyes and nodded after a moment. "Yes."
Yvette's chest tightened, struggling to stay calm. She clenched her fists, "So why didn't you tell me? You kept it from me on purpose, right? When were you planning to tell me? Or were you just gonna keep it a secret forever?"
Zora looked troubled. "I called Mom as soon as I got it. She told me not to tell you yet. She said it's too much for you to handle right now."
"So what? What's her plan?"
"I don't know. She told me to keep it quiet for now, so I did. Mom's got a temper, you know? I can't really argue with her." Zora's face showed how awkward she felt, but Yvette just felt cold inside.
Zora agreed with Lassie to keep it from her, probably thinking Lassie was right. It was a heavy illness. If Yvette knew and insisted on treatment, Wayne, as Lassie's son, would also have to chip in. But given their situation, they couldn't come up with the money.
Yvette's eyes were full of disappointment. She shook her head. "Do I need to remind you how Mom treats you and Kyle, and how she treats Wayne?"
"Yvette, it's really Mom..." Zora tried to explain, but then Lassie's door creaked open.
Yvette turned and saw Lassie in her wheelchair, slowly wheeling herself out of the room. Yvette frowned. "Mom, why didn't you wait for us to help you?"
"The wheelchair you rented for me isn't great. It's hard for me to get up by myself. Luckily, it's rented; we can change it." Lassie looked at Yvette calmly. "I heard you two arguing before I got up. If I didn't get up myself, no one would have helped me for a while."
Yvette swallowed and asked, "So you heard our conversation just now?"
"I heard it." Lassie clumsily maneuvered the wheelchair to the dining table. "I did tell her to keep it from you. This illness is so troublesome and expensive; I don't want to treat it."
Yvette's heart sank. She stood by the dining table, watching Lassie struggle to reach for the bowl of noodles. But Lassie, with her limited strength, began to tremble slightly as she held the heavy bowl. She almost spilled it several times but managed not to.
Seeing her struggle, Yvette's eyes welled up. Yvette walked up to Lassie, took the bowl from her, placed it in front of her, and handed her a fork.
Yvette looked her in the eye and asked, "So, you're just gonna let it run its course? Just sit back and watch it kill you?"
Lassie frowned at those words. She fiddled with the noodles in the bowl with the fork and sighed slowly. "I don't want to die either, but what can I do? Yvette, your dad died when you were young. I couldn't give you and Wayne a good life, so we didn't earn enough money to treat my illness. We can only let it run its course."
Yvette shot back, "Why not think of a way?"
As Yvette said this, she wasn't entirely confident. She had been sleepless last night, running things over and over in her head, but nothing felt right. But she couldn't bear to see Lassie, who was terrified of death, forced to face and accept it just because they had no money. Lassie was someone who would go to the hospital for any health issue.
Hearing this, a hint of a smile flashed in Lassie's eyes, but she didn't show it on her face. She slowly put down the fork, and a look of worry finally appeared on her calm face. She lowered her gaze, looking helplessly at Yvette, and slowly shook her head.
"What way?" Lassie sighed. "Even though I know I haven't treated you as well as Wayne, you're my daughter, whom I raised from a baby to such an excellent girl. I want you to do what you want, not find a way for my short life."
Yvette choked up, feeling a heavy stone blocking her chest, making it hard to breathe. "You're only in your fifties. If we can control this illness, you can live much longer." Yvette grabbed Lassie's hand. "I'll find a way. Don't give up, okay?"
"Yvette." Lassie held Yvette's hand, looked up at her, and said seriously, "I really don't want you to stay with someone you don't love because of money."
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