My Birthday, My Downfall novel Chapter 21

At the twelfth floor rehab center, I lay on the bed, letting the doctor administer the anesthesia.

Then, in a half-sleepy state, I overheard my parents talking with the doctor.

"Miss Hardin’s leg treatment has been delayed for too long. If surgery isn’t done soon, she really won’t be able to stand for the rest of her life…"

"The previous rehab treatments were always only halfway done, and the medicine was all replaced with vitamins as per your instructions. Chairman Hardin, are you really going to watch Miss Hardin, so young, never able to stand again?"

"I spent a fortune bringing you back from abroad, not for you to ask such nonsense. Just do as I told you!"

Dad's voice was stern, and Mom chimed in:

"So what if she can’t stand? We can take care of her for the rest of her life. Why does an outsider like you need to worry?"

"Don’t forget, for the past five years, It’s we who have been paying your salary all the time."

The doctor quickly replied, "No, I just meant that Miss Hardin has been under anesthesia for so many years. She might develop immune resistance, what should we do then?"

"That’s something you need to figure out. Just make sure her legs neither recover nor deteriorate-keep it in balance."

"Yes."

The door opened, and my parents walked out.

I lay on the bed, feeling like I was in a cold, hellish place.

They didn’t know that I was already becoming immune to the anesthetic. I could hear everything they said and had recorded it.

It turned out that, to deceive me, they had even hired a doctor from abroad and paid him for five years!

No wonder the rehab center was located in the inpatient department on the twelfth floor-everything was a lie!

My heart ached, and tears silently slipped down my cheeks.

After the "treatment" ended, my parents eagerly pushed me back home.

Two hours ago, James, who had been all lovey-dovey with Gina at the hospital, was now wearing an apron and greeting me.

"Sweetheart, was the rehab treatment tough? I made some bone soup for you. Drink it, it’ll help you get better faster!"

His eyes were full of tenderness and concern, as if he were still the loving man who once promised to care for me forever.

If I hadn’t seen him with Gina at the hospital.