Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 223

Leaning heavily on her cane, Genevieve looked at Willow with immense heartache. "You foolish child, how could you keep something so major from me? If I hadn't forced it out of Julian, were you just going to leave me in the dark forever?"

Willow quickly helped her to a nearby chair. "Please, don't worry. My mother is doing very well. The doctors say everything is under control."

"Where is she? Can I see her?"

Willow shook her head. "She's in the sterile isolation ward. The transplant is scheduled for today, so we have to wait until she's cleared to come out."

"Your poor mother. And poor you." Genevieve reached out, wrapping her wrinkled hands around Willow's. "Whenever I think about you shouldering all this terror on your own, my heart just breaks. I can barely breathe."

With that, she shot a vicious, reprimanding glare at Julian, who stood silently nearby.

Willow saw the look. She knew Genevieve was trying to defend her, to offer some semblance of justice. But honestly? It was entirely unnecessary. She hadn't received support when she desperately needed it; she certainly didn't need it now.

"It's all fine now," Willow said softly. No matter how agonizing those dark nights had been, she had survived them. "My mom is in good spirits, and the doctors are very confident."

"Thank goodness. Then I'll wait right here. I won't leave until the transplant is completely finished." But a hospital corridor was no place for an ailing elderly woman. After only a few minutes, Genevieve began coughing again.

Willow gently rubbed her back. "You need to go home, Grandma. The procedure takes all day. Sitting out here in the cold will only make you sick."

Genevieve desperately wanted to stay, but her frail body simply wouldn't allow it. "Then I'll have Julian stay here with you."

"No." Willow's rejection was instant and cold.

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