SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE

CHAPTER 106

She went over, put the doll in her daughter’s arms, and gently carried her from the bed,allowing her head to lean on her own shoulders. As tired as she was, she still wanted to carry her daughter. It gave her strength and stability. Her mother’s chest was not wide, her shoulders not thick; but she continued to be a source of support for her child.

“Miss, we need you to come for a while. There is a test you have to do to see if your bone marrow is a suitable match for your daughter.” The doctor lowered his voice intentionally for fear of waking the child up. Her small face looked exhausted. She needed to rest more. She wouldn’t be able to feel pain when she’s sleeping.

At three years old, what could she possibly know or understand? The pain was too much for an adult. It was cruel to let a child as young as her bear it.

Julianna nodded her head and carried her daughter towards her ward. She rested her cheek against her daughter’s. It felt warm yet cool. She also placed the doll in her arms.

“Raya, do you know? That you are the bravest child Mommy has ever seen. For you, Mommy will be strong. Okay?

“Mommy will be right beside you with Dolly. I will never ever leave you.”

She placed the child carefully on the bed and was soon getting up. Then, she heard Raya mumbling to her.

Her hand went gently to her daughter’s face, and she made sure that the doll was in her arms. Instinctively, Raya’s hands reached out and clutched the doll tight.

Finally, she stood up. As she wiped her tears with her hands, she told herself that she must stop crying. What could she accomplish with crying? Her daughter needed her. Crying wouldn’t solve anything. Her tears were cheap. No matter how much she cried, it would not earn her a single cent.

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Julianna rolled her sleeve up in the examination room. As she sat calmly, her downcast eyes showed exhaustion. For a single mother like her, the doctor gave a low sigh. It had been tough for this woman. She had to bear the burden alone. Would she be able to? The road ahead will be harder.

“Miss, don’t worry. We will know once the test results are out.” The doctor paused. “What about the child’s father? If it is possible, we can run a test on the child’s father for a match. The chances of finding a match will certainly increase.”

Julianna bit on her pale red lip. Its faint color revealed much exhaustion. Her hands clasped together. She did not know the answer to his question.

Her daughter’s father. Would she be able to make him come? Would he believe that Raya was his child or hate her, like how he hated Julianna ?

She would not allow another accident to happen in Raya’s life. She could not afford to. Neither could Raya’s weak and fragile body. She would not be able to go through another accident.

She needed to think about this and consider it carefully. She raised her head and lightly nodded. “I will think of something.”

That’s right. She would think of something. There must be a way. No matter what, she must save Raya. Unknown to everyone, she had made a sad decision in her heart.

She stopped once she was out of the ward. The sun had already set, and the night was approaching as the day was finally coming to an end. She put her hands together, hands facing each other.

Her bone marrow must match Raya’s. She was not afraid of the pain. She could lose everything but not her daughter. As long as there was a way to save her, she was willing to do anything. However, everything was unknown to her, and no one could give her an answer to the uncertainty. Only time would tell as she waited for the judgment. Whether it’s life or death, in heaven or in hell.

She returned to Raya’s side and sat as her daughter lay asleep. With her hand gently on her daughter’s hair, she felt powerless to stop her tears when they started to fall once again.

Due to the frequency of the chemotherapy, Raya might lose her beautiful hair. Her daughter loves to look pretty. What would she do if she lost her hair?

She shook her head hard and stifled a whimper. After a long time, she finally put her own distress to rest and ran her fingers gently through her daughter’s hair. The softness of her hair was simply irresistible. Even if Raya lost all her hair, she would still be a beautiful baby. She would not be unloved because she still had a mother.

One who loved her dearly.

She stood up. The sky outside had turned completely dark now; all the street lights were lit. She should be at work—the one which she was extremely unwilling to go to. Yet, she had to because she really needed the money.

“Raya, remember. Mommy loves you so much.” She kissed her daughter’s forehead carefully, afraid of waking her. She would return soon, so she wouldn’t have to be alone for long.

She got up and walked towards the door. Perhaps she felt something because Raya suddenly became unsettled in her sleep and kept mumbling to her mother.

Julianna looked back and saw that the child’s eyes were shut. She was holding the doll with her body coiled up into a little ball. She looked so thin.

Her body started to tremble, but she hardened herself and ran out of the hospital. She might not be able to leave if she didn’t do it right away. What if her child woke up and did not want her to leave?

Unknown to her, Raya had awakened the moment she walked out. Her little hands went tighter around the doll in her arms.

“Raya, why have you woken up?” The nurse hurried over upon seeing the child’s wide eyes. Raya remained silent as she looked at the nurse with her big black eyes. A large bead of tears slowly gathered in the corner of her eye and fell. Since Mommy had to leave, she would stay there and wait for her return obediently.

She would be a very good girl and not make a fuss.

She turned around and hugged her doll tightly while her little shoulders quivered.

The whole area was dead quiet.

In another place where the lights were glowing, their world was filled with all kinds of lives.

Julianna looked down as she tugged at her attire—a long silk dress. It was hugging snuggly against her body curves; her cleavage could be vaguely seen. If she was to lower her head ever so slightly, it would be in plain view. This dress was meant to be used for seduction, so no decent women would wear it.

She stood at the entrance. Loud, booming music could be heard coming from inside, accompanied by the sound of laughter filled with flirtation. It was a world she was unfamiliar with, one full of luxury that only the rich could afford. She was a hostess who was willing to allow anyone to fondle, have s****l intimacy, or do any other shameless and humiliating acts. She never thought that there would come a day when she would have be reduced to a p********e. But she had to save her little child. She was all she had.