Chapter 4 BIG HOWL

Time goes by, and autumn with yellow leaves also accidentally swept away the memory of the handsome boy with the sudden summer rain, especially for someone who does not have time to entangle a stranger just met for the first time like me. For a girl who doesn't have time to hang around an unknown stranger like me, it's even quicker to forget.

Back to the present time, I recently became 17 years old, according to my calculations. Just one more year, and when I start university, I'll be one step closer to the future I've imagined. With my abilities, I am confident that I will pass the entrance exam to a prestigious institution.

My main current source of income is tutoring. It's not that I'm arrogant, but I'm very gifted in this "left-hand" profession. My ability to convey knowledge is very concise and concise, when teachers teach in ten parts, I only summarize into two parts, which are easy to understand but not lengthy. In particular, my expressionless face made the naughty, stubborn kids who wanted to climb on top of the teacher had to sit quietly at the table. It seriously make their parents trust me and gave me more money.

One day, as usual, when I came home from teaching, near the gate, I suddenly saw many people gathering and talking. I had a bad feeling. Something was wrong. When the innkeeper saw me, she rushed over and grip my hand.

"Eira, Eira..." She said in a panicked voice.

"What's the matter auntie, just speak a little slowly."

"Your grandma... your grandma... was in the hospital."

The briefcase on my shoulder suddenly fell. I shivered involuntarily. But it only took a few seconds, I quickly regained my composure and asked her again.

"Which hospital, auntie?"

"Rupert. Rupert Hospital." She said.

After hearing that, I reacted very quickly, rushing out like an arrow.

"Eira, wait a minute, it'll be quicker if Tom takes you to the hospital." She hurriedly called me.

Tom was the son of the innkeeper's aunt, he was 2 years younger than me. He was the pride of his family when he got into one of the best schools in the country. Because the school was quite far from his house, his mother bought him a bicycle to go to school.

"Sis, come up here." Tom gasped, sat on the bicycle, one hand patted the space behind and said.

Normally, I would refuse immediately. Tom's family always treats me well, sometimes they even take my grandmother for a walk, give me delicious food, and even give me begging for money. Although it came from their compassion for people, my nature did not want to be indebted to others, so I also reciprocated by teaching Tom and his brothers for free. I don't want to owe anyone anything, because the debt has to be paid, so it's troublesome. However, now that the situation is urgent, I have no choice but to throw away my self-esteem and get in the back of Tom's saddle.

On the way, Tom talked a lot to reassure me.

"My mother brought food for you and your grandmother when suddenly my mother saw your grandmother falling to the ground. I and my mother helped her up and the neighbors called an ambulance right after."

"Don't worry, sis. She'll be alright."

"Um." I gave a brief response.

To say that I'm anxious enough to need reassurance, I'm still not that worried because my face still maintains a calm, cold expression, as usual, it's just my forehead covered with sweat. However, I would be lying if I said I was not worried because grandma was the only person I consider a true relative in this world. If she passes away... I haven't thought about it. Anyway, things were still not that pessimistic, there was no need to prepare a tragedy script in advance. I pat my face to let the unlucky thought go.

The bicycle stopped at the hospital entrance, I nodded my thanks to Tom and ran into the hospital.

After asking and confirming the information at the front desk, I quickly went to the hospital room.

My grandmother was here. Thank God, she was still breathing and living.

I sighed quietly as I leaned against the wall. Seeing a nurse passing by, I quickly stood up and asked her about my grandma's situation. It still appears to be the cursed Alzheimer's sickness. Language difficulties, confusion, mood fluctuations, loss of motivation, self-neglect, and behavioral issues may occur as the illness progresses. If a person's condition progresses, they will eventually lose physiological functions and die.

Although the doctor didn't say it clearly, I was still aware that her disease was worsening and she required a lot of money to maintain her life.

The nurse handed me the bill and said once more time. "Do you have a guardian or family member?" After all, this wasn't a charity hospital.

When I saw the lengthy bill, I immediately thought of my aunt and uncle. My palm squeezed unconsciously when I remember those years living with them and being treated like a maid. I will never return to that terrible house to seek aid. Simply because, no matter how much I pleaded, they would not give me anything. I became uneasy as I remembered the words they used to say to me.

"Our family is under no duty to help you."

"I'm not understanding why we have to bend over sideways to bear the other two debts, darn it, our two poor children are still sobbing because they don't have new shoes like their friends!"

"Tell me, even your mother abandoned you; what can we do to raise a wretch like you?"

Yes, I was a wise girl and soon realized that my uncle and aunt detested my grandmother and the child abandoned by her mother, so when I was ten years old, I decided to move out of that horrible house by myself. Looking at those faces pretending to let out fake tears but laughing inside because they just kicked a dirty thing out of their house, I feel disgusted. Although it was a bit tough for me to go out and make ends meet on my own, as long as I didn't have to look at their faces, I could sleep peacefully.

Through back to the current circumstance, What should I do now? How will I pay for her treatment? I'm genuinely puzzled. There would be no possibility to generate that much money in such a short period if it weren't for the illegal route. I gently bit my lower lip, took out my phone, and called Big Howl.