My Lover, My Revenge

Chapter 6 Abandoned

Mabel hardly remembered how she got back to the hospital.

"Are you a relative of the patient?" A doctor emerged from the emergency room as the doors swung open.

"Yes, I'm her daughter." Mabel couldn't make out the doctor's expression behind the mask.

"I'm sorry to say, miss, but the patient has suffered three broken ribs and a comminuted fracture of the knee. However, these are not the most serious issues."

"What?" Mabel's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yes, there's a significant cerebral contusion, and that's the most critical issue." The doctor paused and then continued, "She'll need to be in the ICU for a long-term observation due to the swelling putting pressure on her brain. We can't predict when or if she will regain consciousness, and the prognosis is not optimistic."

Mabel felt the world spinning as tears silently rolled down her cheeks.

"No... how could this happen..."

"This is going to be very expensive. To put it plainly, it's a bottomless pit." The medical staff asked sympathetically, "You'll need to pay 700 thousand dollars upfront for the admission fees. Are you sure you want to proceed?"

Mabel lifted her head, nodding without hesitation. "Yes, you must save my mother!"

She then staggered to her feet, leaning against the wall for support as she rushed downstairs.

Mabel managed to deposit 20 thousand dollars initially. Her cards had been frozen, and this was all she could muster at the moment.

But it was far from the required 700 thousand. Ignoring the scandal that had spread across the city, Mabel composed herself and started making calls to her socialite friends, trying to borrow money.

"Hi, Linda, listen, I really need some money right now. My mom just had a car accident."

Laughter came from the other end of the line. "Mabel, you know what your reputation is like right now, right? Who would lend money to you?"

Mabel clenched her phone, barely holding back her anger. "Please, Linda, it's urgent. I'll find a way to pay you back..."

"I'd rather donate the money to a homeless person in front of the press!" The call was cut ruthlessly.

Mabel gritted her teeth and dialed the next number. "Allie, it's me, I've... run into some trouble. Can you lend me 700 thousand dollars? Even 500 thousand would help."

Once again, the call was disconnected.

After making dozens of calls, Mabel felt increasingly desolate.

'Mom was going to see Dad before she had the accident... No, how could it be such a coincidence that she had a hit-and-run accident right before that?' Mabel clenched her teeth, suspecting something was amiss.

She then had an idea and pulled up Edwin's number from her contacts.

The phone connected, and she deliberately spoke softly, "Dad, mom's had an accident. I need 700 thousand dollars—"

"What the hell" On the other end, Edwin's current wife, Lisa, yelled, "Do you know how much the Lambert Group's stock has fallen because of your scandal? And you still want to take our money?" Her voice was incredibly shrill. "Your mom's in her fifties, and she should have died a long time ago. Why waste money on her treatment? Better if she dies!"

Hearing her words, Mabel became even more composed. "Dad, is this your sentiment as well?"

"What the hell are you talking about? I have no relation with you or that woman anymore!" Edwin's voice was filled with hatred.

Mabel pressed on, "My friends all refused to lend me money. Did you influence them too?"

This time, she didn't get an answer as the call was abruptly ended.

Mabel was overwhelmed with fury and speculation, leaning against a corner to hide her distraught face.

"It seems I was wrong about a lot of people..." she muttered to herself.

Helplessly scrolling through her contact list, she suddenly noticed an unfamiliar number.

However, the contact name was actually Cyrus Quinn.

Her hands trembled slightly. How did this number get into her contacts? He must have added it himself while she was unconscious!

Recalling his obnoxious demeanor, Mabel was about to delete the number but paused at the "confirm deletion" prompt.

The rejections and ridicule from before echoed in her mind, and Mabel realized with horror that this man was currently the most likely to lend her the money—provided she gave herself up.

No way! How could she trade herself like a cheap w***e?

But the next second, she hesitated.

In everyone's eyes, she was indeed a cheap w***e.

No decent man would marry her now. As a notorious w***e, her fate would likely be to be taken advantage of by men who had never had a chance with her before.

At least Cyrus could offer her a form of marriage; better to be used by one man than by many.

Mabel's mind was in turmoil. Without realizing it, she had dialed his number. Only when she heard that familiar deep voice did she snap back to reality.

"Ms. Lambert, made up your mind so soon?" Through the receiver, Mabel could almost picture the wicked, mocking expression on his face.