With Eden in trouble, Frank wouldn't lift a finger, and the Walker family certainly wouldn't intervene. Mrs. Thompson Sr. was the only one who cared if he lived or died. That's why Eden's assistant had gone straight to her, never expecting the news would be such a shock that it would land her in the emergency room.
They worked on Mrs. Thompson Sr. all morning before finally wheeling her out of the ER.
She looked terrible, her face ashen, as if she could breathe her last at any second.
"Doctor, how is my mother?" Frank asked.
The doctor pulled down his mask and shook his head. "Mrs. Thompson Sr.'s condition is not good. It's crucial that she isn't subjected to any more stress. If she has any last wishes, you should try to fulfill them. I'm afraid she doesn't have much time left. I suggest you begin making her final arrangements."
The doctor's words weighed heavily on Frank.
There had been times, when his mother was at her worst, driving a wedge between him and Emma and nearly tearing his family apart, that Frank had shamefully wished for her to pass on. He had thought that only then could his life get back to normal, that his family could finally live in peace.
But now that she was truly at death's door, Frank felt no relief, only a heavy stone pressing on his chest.
Instead, his mind filled with memories of his childhood, of his mother holding him, her face full of tenderness.
After being stabilized, Mrs. Thompson Sr. was moved back to her room, her body now a web of tubes and wires connected to various medical devices.
When Frank entered the room, Mrs. Thompson Sr. was already awake, staring blankly with hollow eyes.
"Frank," she rasped, tears welling up in her cloudy eyes the moment she saw him.
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