Chapter 150

Chapter 150:

“Yes.”

Mathias didn’t sugarcoat the truth. Over the years, he had witnessed Hadley’s struggles unfold right before his eyes. “Joy’s name finally made it onto the list!”

Hadley froze. For a moment, it was as if the world had stopped spinning. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, their weight pressing against her resolve.

She clenched her fists, willing herself not to break. “Th-thank you, Dr. Williams.”

Emotion swelled in her chest, so vast that words felt like a foreign concept.

“Why are you thanking me?” Mathias chuckled.

“I hardly lifted a finger. You’re the one who’s been running yourself ragged. Now, once the surgery is done, Joy will finally be free from this agony.”

“Yes… that is right.”

“Speaking of which,” Mathias added, his voice steady, “you’ll need to gather the surgery fees quickly.”

Hadley’s heart lurched.

The corners of her mouth, which had barely begun to lift, flattened again. Of course—the cost. That enormous, suffocating weight still loomed over her.

“Roughly… how much?” she asked, her voice uneven.

“About five hundred thousand dollars,” Mathias answered without hesitation.

Five hundred thousand dollars!

She had braced herself for a hefty sum, had scrimped and saved every…

A penny, but hearing the actual number still sent a chill down her spine. Balancing meals for herself and Joy had always been an uphill battle—one that felt endless. The monthly medical bills piled up like clockwork, relentless as the tide.

Even with all her sacrifices, her savings seemed like nothing more than a drop in the ocean.

Mathias knew bits and pieces of her financial struggles. “You better move quickly. The surgery could happen in as little as two months or stretch out to six. There’s no telling.” As a doctor, his hands were tied beyond that.

“I understand,” Hadley murmured.

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When the call ended, she found herself teetering on the edge of hope and despair.

Joy finally had a chance! A real chance at healing! But the money…

Two months, six at most.

Where on earth was she supposed to find that kind of cash?

Despite her hectic schedule, Hadley carved out time to visit Nyla at the sanatorium.

Day by day, Nyla was growing stronger.

“Hadley, you came.” There was warmth in Nyla’s voice, and a touch of color had returned to her face.

“Nyla.”

As Hadley stepped inside, she noticed another presence—Eric. It had been their first encounter since that explosive argument at Galant.

“Come, sit.”

Nyla took Hadley’s hand, a gentle smile gracing her lips. “I’m feeling much better. Before you know it, I’ll be back home. You’ve been worrying yourself sick over me.”

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