Chapter 86: Chapter 86

"The handsome young man who brought you lunch at noon, is he your son-in-law?"

The White Mother chuckled and said, "No, he’s my daughter’s boyfriend."

"Wow, you’re really lucky. He’s so attentive as just a boyfriend; imagine if he were your son-in-law!"

"He paid for my surgery and treatment. I divorced my husband early on and raised my daughter alone. My daughter is now in college, and I usually do some work here and there, but I have no savings. Without him, I couldn’t have had the surgery." The White Mother spoke with a hint of pride, "Luckily, my daughter is grown up and someone I can rely on."

"I really envy you. What does your daughter’s boyfriend do for work?"

"He’s a hairdresser."

"A haircutter?" A family member of another patient asked, "How much is his salary a month?"

The White Mother was hurt by this question. She had high expectations for her daughter, believing her looks were inherited from herself and should be used to the fullest.

She had always instilled in her daughter that finding a husband was a lifetime thing and preferably a wealthy boss or, at the very least, a lawyer or civil servant. She never expected her daughter to find a hairdresser.

If it weren’t for the fact that he’s paying for the medical expenses and that her daughter privately told her he earns a high salary, she wouldn’t have allowed them to date.

"His salary is quite high; otherwise, could he afford my medical expenses? Nowadays, many young people are living paycheck to paycheck without saving money." Although she said this, she still felt unsure because even her daughter didn’t know exactly how much he earned a month.

The nurse came in and said to her, "You’ve been moved to a single room."

White Mother’s face immediately blossomed like a flower, smiling brightly, "It must be arranged by my daughter’s boyfriend."

She said this deliberately for other patients to hear, making everyone envy her.

Indeed, it had some effect.

Soon after moving rooms, Chloe White came over.

"Mom, how’s this room?"

"Of course, it’s good. Hospital rooms are so scarce, being able to live alone in one is really convenient. Chloe, although this boyfriend you found is a hairdresser, he seems to have some money."

"That’s right. If he didn’t appear wealthy, would I be with him?" Chloe White started peeling an apple, "If it weren’t for James, your treatment and surgery fees would have really troubled me. I have no money to pay for your treatment."

"Have you broken up with the rich kid you were dating before?"

"It’s been some time since we broke up."

"Didn’t he really like you? Why did you break up?"

Chloe White said without lifting her head, "His parents found out about me. They care about matching social status and think I’m not good enough, so they won’t let him associate with me."

"You silly girl, his parents only have him as their only child. How long can they be stubborn? If you marry him, you’ll be Young Madam, living the good life every day."

"You don’t know how his parents spoke about me. They didn’t show any decency and belittled me. Besides, he’s not good-looking. If it weren’t for his family’s wealth, why would I agree to his pursuit?"

"Can looks feed you?" The White Mother sneered, "Your father is handsome, and then? A coward. Living with him, what kind of life did we have as mother and daughter? When we’re poor, who would treat you kindly?"

Chloe White’s phone rang at that moment. She put the apple and knife on the table and pulled out her phone to answer it. Upon seeing the caller ID, she said, "It’s that rich kid calling."

"Listen to Mom, quickly answer it. A woman should leave herself a backup path; if this road doesn’t work, there’s still another."

Chloe White pressed the answer button, "Hello."

Whatever was said on the other end made Chloe White’s expression improve slightly, "Really?"

After hanging up, the White Mother asked, "What did he say?"

"He said these days he’s been almost constantly arguing with his parents, and they actually agreed to let us associate. He said to make it up to me, he wants to give me a house and have a meal together."

The White Mother became extremely excited, "Really?"

"Then hurry to meet him. Once the house is transferred to your name, break up with the hairdresser and be Young Madam."

"I don’t want to break up with James. I think he’s quite good to me."

"Then maybe keep both under wraps and date both for now."

"Let’s just let things take their course. I’m leaving; when James comes later, just say I’ve gone back to school."

"John, how is your girlfriend’s situation?"

On the phone, Mia was quite concerned.

John Green replied with his phone in hand, "Went abroad and still found no solution, not a single way. Seems we can only endure this, and I don’t know how long we can last. She’s suffering every day, and it’s really hard for me to watch."

"Help her ease the pain, perhaps. Abroad you can apply for euthanasia, if you’re willing to..." Mia’s words trailed off, but John Green understood her meaning.

"I’m hoping for a miracle."

"Don’t be foolish, knowing there’s no solution left, why keep holding on? Where are you now?"

"Staying with my younger brother."

Mia wanted to see him, so she said, "I’ll come over after work to see you."

"Don’t come, Mia doesn’t want to see anyone right now, and I don’t want you to see her . I’m really upset. Let’s have dinner together."

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She couldn’t contain her inner joy, so her tone was slightly cheerful, "Alright."

She changed clothes at her place after work, did her makeup carefully, sprayed some perfume, and then gracefully headed out with her bag for the appointment.

John Green had reserved a private room, and when she arrived, he was already there.

Mia picked up the menu and ordered a few dishes, then picked up the teapot to pour some green tea into the cup.

Seeing his expressionless face, Mia couldn’t help but say, "I know you’re feeling bad. Talk to me about it, you’ll feel a little better inside."

"I don’t know what to say," John Green said while drinking tea, "I always feel like Mia getting infected with the AKS virus wasn’t an accident, but rather man-made."

Mia’s tea-drinking movements paused, her face showing tension, and she drank the entire cup of tea in one gulp, "How could that be? She seems like such a good girl and wouldn’t hold grudges. How could it be man-made? Besides, the AKS virus is not something common people can come into contact with, you’re probably overthinking it."

"But Mia lacks the conditions to get infected with such a virus, doesn’t she?" His casual remark was enough to make Mia feel uneasy.

She certainly knew, in terms of medicine, he was thorough.

"Perhaps the source isn’t just what we know. She works at a beauty salon, dealing with all sorts of customers. It’s hard to say she wasn’t infected."