Agatha looked very worried, especially with medical devices attached to several parts of her body. Rachel wanted to cry seeing her like this. She was usually cheerful, strong, confident, even arrogant — now, she looked so fragile. When Agatha noticed Rachel's arrival, she smiled softly.
“Rachel,” she called, her voice barely a whisper.
Rachel rushed to her side, unable to hold back her tears. Anger surged within her — the anger from the past, all the painful memories — but it melted away the moment she saw Agatha lying there, helpless.
“Sis…” Rachel whispered.
Rose cried quietly. Her once proud, arrogant face now looked utterly devastated as she stared at her only daughter lying weakly in bed. “What’s wrong, Sis?” Rachel asked, her tears falling again without her even noticing.
Agatha
