We'll Be Meeting Soon

After changing her clothes and treating the wound on her neck, Phoebe headed to the design building to request a leave of absence from her professor. She needed to take time off to care for her parents at the hospital.

Clutching the bank card, she went to the payment counter. With the money from her friend, combined with what she had saved over the years from selling her artwork, she barely had enough to cover her parents' surgery costs.

Inside the hospital room, Hermosa had already woken up, but her father was still unconscious.

"Mom, have some food."

"Phoebe, my dear, you've been through so much," Hermosa said, her eyes filled with concern as she looked at her daughter.

"Mom, it's not hard at all. You and Dad just need to get better." Phoebe forced a smile.

"Ah..." Hermosa sighed, her face looking much older and more worn.

Phoebe knew what her mother was thinking and gently tried to comfort her.

"Mom, don't worry. Dad will recover. You both just need to focus on getting well. As for