Chapter 13 Why Should I Help You

Her mother was lying in sickbed calmly. Aspirator was attached to her mouth with regular sound from the device. Her father was on the sickbed nearby, grey-haired, deeper wrinkles on his face. Obviously, he suffered a lot. "Mom? Mom? Look at me!" Emma rushed over to kneel on the floor, in panic. She touched her hands gently. How much she wanted to see her loving face then, but she couldn't. She was crying like hell but her mother had no reaction. Why was it so unfair to her? Why was she deprived with all the valuable things of her life? "Dang..." A man with a big belly walked in the door. he was in doctor clothes and cast a glance at Emma squatting at the sickbed, and then he coughed unintentionally and walked in with journals in his arms. "Are you the family member? " His serious tone made her raise up her head. "Yes, I am." She wiped away the tears, replied softly. "Their condition was not optimistic since they were hospitalized. Your father got a cerebral hemorrhage due to