Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)

Hannah Roland's heart ached upon hearing what her mother said.

She felt as if the sky was crashing down on her.

Her mother's illness was much more severe than her father's. It was very likely she would end up dying if she didn't get the treatment as soon as possible. She might not survive even if she did receive treatment.

To Hannah, her parents were the most important people in the world. She couldn't watch her mother die without doing something.

"Mom, can't you take the money out in advance for your treatment? Can't you negotiate with them?" she asked.

Her mother shook her head. "I've tried, but they won't allow it. There are rules in the contract we signed back then."

"Let me think of something," she insisted, hastily wiping her tears away. "Leave it to me. I'll make sure you get treated. You'll recover. You'll survive. I won't let you die."

Her mother shook her head after hearing this. "No, we've already spent our savings on your father's treatment. There is nothing left."

"No, I'll be responsible for this. I want to make sure you live," she told her mother in determination. "Give me the document, and I'll see if I can use it as a mortgage."

"I've already asked. It won't work," her mother replied.

Hannah's frown deepened again. "Then I'll think of other ways."

"What other ways?"

"I'll try asking my classmates for money," she said.

"Your classmates? They're rich, but they are still students. How much money could they possibly have?" her mother questioned incredulously. "Forget about it, Hannah. Stop wasting your efforts on me. I have accepted my fate." She didn't want her daughter to go through all that trouble.

She only wanted to leave peacefully.

Hannah still seemed persistent. "Don't worry. I'll get enough money in three days."

Honestly, she didn't even know if her classmates would lend her the money as she wasn't particularly popular among her peers in school.

She was bullied often due to her timid personality.

However, she still wanted to give it a try. She would think of other ways if that didn't work.

She believed she could get enough money to cure her mother.

"Hannah, why won't you listen to me?" her mother sighed in exasperation. "You would still need to pay the money back. This illness is going to cost a fortune.

"I don't even know how much you'd

have left after paying them back using the claims from my insurance policy. What would you do without that money, hmm? What would your father and brother do?

"Don't you want to get married? Don't you need it for your wedding? And your brother, too. When he gets married, he'll need a lot of money for the wedding gifts and a house. He can't even afford to buy a house now. What would you guys do if I leave a huge debt in my wake?"

She regretted telling her daughter the truth now that she considered it over. Hannah wouldn't have resorted to such a method otherwise.

She hadn't thought it through. She also underestimated how much her daughter cared about her.

Hannah was still relentless. "I don't

care about all that. I only care that you survive Your life is more important than money," she said after taking a deep breath. "We can always earn everything back in the future. But once you die, you're gone forever. Mom, believe me. will do whatever it takes to keep you alive."

She vowed to keep her mother alive even if she had to work as an escort or a prostitute.

Her mother released a long, helpless sigh knowing that she couldn't be convinced otherwise. "I shouldn't have told you. I thought you'd listen to me."

Hannah didn't reply but merely hugged her mother tightly.

The two talked for a while before her mother left.

Hannah then took out her phone and began calling her classmates she used to be relatively close with.

All of them rejected her.