Chapter 327
Chapter 327:
The word cancer had always felt like a distant specter, haunting others but never her—yet now, it loomed before her, undeniable and unrelenting.
The doctor’s grave words kept echoing in Katelyn’s ears. “Your condition is already in the middle to late stages. Surgery must be scheduled immediately, or the consequences could be severe p>
Katelyn’s world felt as if it were caving in, the colors around her dimming to shades of gray.
Instead of returning home, Katelyn wandered the streets aimlessly, lost in her thoughts as people bustled past, their lives carrying on as if nothing had changed.
She eventually sank onto a bench in the park, weighed down by a crushing sense of despair.
In her haze, she had called her husband, Moss Herrera, hoping for a shred of comfort.
His response, however, was as cold as ice. “I’m busy,” he said curtly, hanging up before she could utter another word.
Katelyn let out a bitter laugh, the sound hollow even to her own ears. “Why was I expecting anything different?” she thought with a wry smile.
Her marriage to Moss had always been more of a business arrangement than a union of hearts.
Moss had once tread carefully, mindful of the Harris family’s influence, but now that the Herrera family was rising in stature, they carried themselves with an air of superiority, as if they were untouchable.
And because Katelyn had borne only a daughter, Bernice, Moss’ family’s long-standing disapproval of her had turned into outright disdain.
If not for the Harris family’s influence, Katelyn might have been cast aside long ago.
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Now, with her illness looming, Katelyn feared the Herrera family might seize the opportunity to finally push her out.
But she refused to crumble. Pressing her lips into a firm line, Katelyn resolved not to give in—not for herself, but for her daughter.
With newfound determination, she rose from the bench and made her way home.
The moment she stepped into the living room, her somber expression caught everyone’s attention. Bernice was the first to speak, her voice laced with worry. “Mom, are you okay? Did something happen to you?” A sense of foreboding settled over Bernice as she studied her mother’s pale face.
Katelyn stared at her daughter, and tears brimmed in her eyes. A painful thought clawed at her heart. “If I’m gone, what will happen to my girl?” she thought.
The thought pierced her heart like a dagger, leaving an ache that seemed almost unbearable.
Unable to bring herself to say it out loud, Katelyn reached into her bag and then handed Bernice the test report. Bernice hesitated, her hands trembling as she took the paper.
Her heart pounded as her eyes scanned the diagnosis, and a strangled cry escaped her lips. The report slipped from her fingers and fluttered to the floor.
Donna, who had been watching from the sideline, hurried over and snatched up the report. A flicker of disbelief crossed her face as she read it.
“Katelyn… is this true?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Though Donna had her share of grievances with Katelyn—especially regarding her treatment of Yelena—seeing her struck by such a cruel illness still filled her with unexpected sorrow.
Katelyn’s usual confident demeanor was gone. Her voice was faint as she nodded. “It’s true p>
Bernice’s shock quickly morphed into anger. She turned to Yelena, her voice sharp with accusation. “This is your fault! If you hadn’t cursed my mom, she wouldn’t have this horrible disease p>
Yelena wasn’t the least bit surprised by the outcome; her confidence in her own diagnosis remained unshaken. Still, she was taken aback by Bernice’s sheer audacity to make such an outlandish accusation.