Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 56

Anathea felt a chill all over her body, and it only eased a little with the help of a hot shower. After she’d changed into the new clothes, she headed straight to the hospital

Once she paid off the remaining three million in medical expenses and confirmed the surgery date, Anathea finally let out a sigh of relief, as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. “I’ll be costing on you for the surgery, Dr. Peltz.”

“Rest assured, Ms. Jacobson, We’ll do our best,” Cal replied solely “Mrs. Jacobson is awake now, Would you like to see her?”

Ever since Fiona had started receiving the injections, her condition had slightly improved. At that moment, she was sipping the noushing soup the nurse had brought her.

When she saw Anathea at the door, she smiled and waved her over.“You’re here.”

“Hi. Mom “Anathea smiled faintly. But the moment she noticed the thick IV catheter still in Fiona’s wrist, her nose stung Does it hurt?”

at all. Don’t worry.” Fiona raised her hand to show Anathea

After experiencing a serious illness, she’d long come to terms with pain and mortality. But no matter what, her biggest concer was still Anathea

“Look at you. It’s only been a short while, and you’ve lost so much weight. You look pale, too.”

Hearing that, Anathea instinctively touched her own face. She really wasn’t feeling well today, but she didn’t want Fiona to

orry. “No way. I’ve just been really focused on work lately. Maybe I didn’t get enough rest.”

“You started working?” Fiona frowned, her eyes full of concern. “Don’t tell me

“It’s not what you’re thinking, Mom,” Anathea quickly said, cutting off Fiona’s train of thought. She then grasped Fiona’s hand, smiling lightly. “I found this job myself, and I love it. It’s floristry‘

Fiona finally relaxed. “Oh, I see.”

She knew that, growing up, Anathea had been influenced by her grandmother and had a deep love for floral arrangement. Anathea had even won quite a few awards. But after she got married, she’d claimed she no longer wanted to pursue it. Fiona had felt it was a pity, but she respected her daughter’s decision.

Now, knowing that Anathea had returned to doing what she loved, Fiona was genuinely relieved.

She patted Anathea’s shoulder, saying warmly, “My dear, every woman should have her own career. I’m really happy that you get to do something you love.”

Anathea’s eyes turned slightly red. Just like when she was a child, she leaned against Fiona’s shoulder and nuzzled into her neck. “Thank you, Mom.”

“Look at you, still acting spoiled at your age,” Fiona said with feigned exasperation.

“I don’t care. Even when I’m in my 30s or 40s, I’ll still act spoiled with you. So, Mom, promise me you’ll stay healthy, okay?” Anathea murmured, hugging Fiona tightly.

“Alright, I promise.” Fiona smiled dotingly as she reached out to psch Anathea’s cheek.

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