Chapter 558
Chapter 558:
After considering Frieda too old and unattractive, he sought a divorce. Frieda, refusing his pity, consented.
Yet, one should not mistake Frieda’s kindness for weakness. She was no easy target. She engaged the best divorce lawyer, invested heavily in her case, and ultimately prevailed.
Despite her victory, Frieda felt profound sadness. Her solace was her well-behaved and loyal daughter, who always stood by her side.
Frieda harbored deep resentment towards her ex-husband, cursing him daily and wishing for his downfall, yet he continued to thrive while she faced her own struggles.
Yelena said, “There’s an opportunity before you right now with a success rate of only 30%. Do you want to try it p>
Frieda was taken aback, her lips trembling as she struggled to find her words, perhaps overwhelmed by the prospect.
After a moment, she regained her composure, grasping Yelena’s hand eagerly. “Did you… do you know Dr. Yancy?” she asked.
Frieda had felt some relief after taking the medicine Yelena provided, which eased her pain but did not address the underlying issue. Surgery remained the recommended solution. But without the legendary Dr. Yancy, certainty seemed out of reach.
“Mom, do I look pretty?” Frieda’s daughter emerged, adorned in an elegant gown with her hair styled into a simple yet charming bun, crowned with delicate jewelry.
She radiated the grace of a noble princess. As Frieda watched, tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably.
“So beautiful.” Seeing her daughter so stunning brought a poignant solace, somewhat easing the regret of possibly never witnessing her wedding due to her own terminal illness.
“Mom!” Her daughter hurried over, clumsily wiping Frieda’s tears. “Why are you crying?” As the girl spoke, tears also brimmed in her eyes.
“Silly girl, don’t cry. You won’t look as pretty.” Frieda soothed her daughter, tenderly drying her tears. Tessa, standing nearby, discreetly wiped away her own tears.
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What a tender yet heartrending moment for the mother and daughter.
Yelena said, “How about I take a picture for you?” With tears still in her eyes, Frieda managed a smile. “Yes, please p>
Frieda’s daughter wrapped her arms around her mother, snuggling close, and together they captured a joyful moment.
Frieda stared at the photo on her phone, lost in contemplation for a long while. She told Yelena she needed some time to think this through.
It was later revealed that Frieda finally disclosed her illness to her daughter. She had thought she was concealing it well, but her daughter had known all along and only feigned ignorance to spare her mother any additional sadness.
Unknowingly, both had been trying hard to shield each other.
Emotionally overwhelmed, Frieda embraced her daughter, sharing tears and her decision to undergo surgery, discussing the risks involved.
Frieda faced a mere 30% chance of success with the surgery. It was a gamble that could grant them more time together, or it might mean parting ways for good. Frieda’s daughter, deeply concerned yet clinging to hope, supported her mother’s brave choice.
When they later went for a pre-surgery consultation, they were astonished to discover that Yancy, who would perform the surgery, was actually Yelena.
Frieda responded quickly, “I should have realized it.” Why else would Yelena always have special medicine on hand and confidently assure Frieda that she could find Yancy and arrange the surgery?
“Yelena, are you really Yancy?” Frieda’s daughter asked, her voice tinged with disbelief, as if she were dreaming.
“Yes, I am. Don’t worry. I’ll do my best to save your mother,” Yelena assured her, understanding her concerns.
“Is the surgery today?” Frieda’s daughter inquired anxiously.
“Not yet. We still need to conduct some tests to assess your mom’s condition and ensure she’s fit for surgery,” Yelena explained.