Eleanor’s POV
“No. I could even die today,” she answered with a dry laugh.
I could easily admit that my mother and I didn't have the most ideal relationship, but it also didn't mean that I was ready to see her die.
“You could have told me earlier. I would have done something,” I choked out as the realization that I would be losing yet another parent slowly set in.
Another dry laugh fell from my mother's lips before it blended into a coughing fit. In a hurry, I rushed to pour some water for her from the jug I saw on her bedside table and I handed it over to her. “Here. You should be more careful,” I scolded.
“Thank you,” she replied right before accepting the cup of water I handed over to her.
Once she was done, she dropped the cup and eyed me carefully. “It’s because I knew that you
