Yvette's POV
"Is everything okay?" My mum's voice echoed along with the beeping sound from the machine.
Running towards her, I steadied her on the bed and rubbed her shoulders until she had relaxed a bit and the beeping went back to normal.
"Everything is fine, mum," I whispered. "There's nothing for you to worry about, okay?"
She furrowed her brows.
"I don't believe you, Yvette. I might be weak and unhealthy, but do you think I'm demented and that you can lie to my face like that?" she reprimanded.
I couldn't tell her the truth, so I kept mute, tried not to cry, and kept my gaze glued to the space between us.
"What is the matter, Yvette?"
"It's… uhm… wo-work," I sighed, rubbing my palms together. "It just gets too overwhelming, you know? And my boss can be a shit
