Chapter 11

MARGA’S POINT OF VIEW

I hurriedly went to my brother’s room when I arrived at the hospital. Thank God they found a room for my brother; the last time he had to be admitted to the hospital, he was in the ward because the rooms were full.

“What took you so long? “Aunt asked me.

“I’m sorry, something happened on the way here,” I look at my brother, who is peacefully sleeping.

“Are you okay? Did you cry, margareth? What happened?” Aunt asked curiously.

“It’s nothing,” I smiled.

“Tell me, Marga,” she insisted.

“It’s just some work stuff; it’s nothing serious. I promise,” I said, and she sighed.

The words of Marco are still stuck in my head. Repeating nonstop.

I leaned on the chair, wondering how I would face tomorrow. It’s making me feel dizzy and sick to my stomach. As much as I wanted to resign after having the conversation with Marco tonight, I can’t. I need money for Lucas’ hospitalization and medicine. The only good thing that ha