"Impossible!" Sonia's mother exclaimed in a hoarse voice. "My husband and I don't have this disease, neither does my daughter. How could the child have it?"
The doctor frowned slightly and said, "It's also possible that the child's father carries the genes. The likelihood of having the disease is not high, so even if she carried genes, as long as it is wasn't induced by external factors, she would generally not fall ill."
Instantly, Sonia's mother quieted down. I chatted with the doctor and got a better idea of the situation.
Upon walking out of the doctor's office, Sonia's mother suddenly knelt in front of me and broke into tears. "Mrs. Roberts, I beg you to save my granddaughter. Sonia is already gone. Rita is our only hope. She's only four years old and hasn't seen the outside world yet. She is already pitiful, to have no father and another that is always busy making money. But we don't even have the money to send her to kindergarten. She's innocent but has to face such a cruel reality. Mrs. Roberts, I beg you, please save her. I will do anything you want. I'm begging you."
Helplessness swamped me at her sudden request. I reached out my hand to help her up but she resisted my efforts. She had no intention of getting up at all. There were people going back and forth on the corridor and we were gathering stares. I knelt down on the ground so that we were on the same level and reassured her saying, "I'm very sorry for this. I'll do everything I can to help you. Please stand up."
She looked at me with tear-streaked distress. She begged me again, "Please. My husband and I are retired. With Sonia gone, our family no longer has a source of income. That's why we rushed to the Roberts Group to demand compensation. We have no choice, we still have to live!"
I nodded, my heart aching. With Sonia's daughter so ill, I was afraid that the lives of the couple would be extremely hard in the future.
After paying all the surgical and medical expenses for Rita, Hendrix called to ask when I would be back.
After a long and eventful day, I was utterly exhausted. All I wanted was to see him and quietly rest in his arms for a while.
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