From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 321 Lucy Diagnosed with Leukemia "Mom!" he shouted, "Good evening!" "Good evening, Sam. It's dinner time." "Okay, I'll go wash my hands!" He dashed off immediately.

Penelope scratched her head, sensing something was off. Why was Sam acting so weird? But she couldn't put her finger on it.

After washing his hands, Sam zoomed past her straight to the dining room.

Penelope finally realized what was wrong.

Why was he still wearing a mask at home? At the dinner table, Sam lifted his mask just enough to stuff food into his mouth.

His behavior was baffling.

"Sam." "Yeah, Mom?" "Take off your mask." He coughed deliberately. "No, this way I can prevent infections." Without engaging in an argument, Penelope reached out to take off his mask.

Sam pressed down hard. "Mom! What are you doing?" "Take off your mask and letsee your face. What are you hiding?" Sam pouted and stopped struggling.

The scratch on his cheek was obvious.

"What happened?" Penelope asked, "Did you get into a fight?" "No!" Penelope didn't believe him. "Don't lie to me." "I was running atfer my classmates and 'got scratched by a branch," "Sam blinked 'his big, innocent eyes. "I was afraid you'd scold me, so I wore a mask." "Sam, are you really not in trouble?" "Really! If I was misbehaving, my teacher would have called you by now." Despite being half-convinced, Penelope refrained from dwelling on the matter due to the overwhelming thoughts preoccupying her mind.

After dinner, she disinfected Sam's wound with iodine.

"Mom," Sam said, "I want to sign up for the city's piano competition." Penelope paused with the cotton swab in her hand.

She sent them to extracurricular classes to cultivate their artistic flair, ensuring their education wasn't just about academics.

But she never required them to compete.

Although with Lucy and Sam's skills, winning an award wouldn't be a problem.

First, she was afraid that participating in competitions might get them on TV, and the exposure would attract attention from people in LA.

Penelope wanted to keep a low profile.

Those competitions weren't important.

She only let them take exams and get certificates.

Second, scompetitions were held in big cities, places Penelope didn't want to set foot in again.

She felt safe living in this small city.

Seeing her silence, Sam asked again, "Mom, can I?" "Why do you suddenly want to compete?" "I want to test my skills," Sam clenched his fists. "I want to see if I can win!" Penelope looked at him seriously. "Sam, you need to tellthe truth." Under her sincere and hopeful gaze, Sam slowly lowered his head and pouted. "I want to win the prize money. That way, you won't have to work so hard." This city's children's piano competition had a first prize of fifty thousand dollars.

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on novi L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! Penelope's nose tingled, feeling a bit like crying.

She quickly blinked her eyes to hold back the tears. "Sam, you're still young. Our family doesn't need you to earn money." "But I'm confident I can win first place," Sam replied, "Fifty thousand dollars is enough for our family's expenses for a year." The more sensible he was, the guiltier Penelope felt.

It was her lack of ability that made him feel the need to help with the family's financial burden at such a young age.

"Sam, I'll work hard to earn money with my design drafts. You don't need to worry." Penelope patted his head. "Our family isn't at the point where you need to earn money." "It's just a competition!" "Alright," Penelope said, "Don't touch the wound when you wash your face tonight. I have to take Lucy to the hospital tomorrow, so you take care of yourself by going to kindergarten alone, okay?" Sam nodded his little head. "Okay." The next day.

At the hospital.

Lucy, her face thin and pale, nestled in Penelope's arms.

Ruby handed all the test results to the doctor.

The doctor lowered his head, carefully flipping through each page, occasionally furrowing his brows.

His expression was serious.

Penelope asked anxiously, "What's wrong with my daughter? Is it just a common cold and cough, or something else?" "Don't worry. Lettake another look." The doctor spent a full five minutes reviewing the test results, then carefully examined Lucy.

After a long while, the doctor sighed, looking somewhat sympathetic. "Lucy, right? She's only three and a half years old." "Yes, she just started kindergarten." "Are you her mother?" Penelope nodded. "Yes, just tell me. What's wrong with her?"

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on novi L5sfor O uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! "Leukemia," the doctor said, "But it was caught early, so there's a good chance of a cure." Penelope watched the doctor's mouth move, but she couldn't hear any sound.

It felt like all the blood in her body had frozen.

She didn't want to face this reality.

How could Lucy have leukemia? "Mommy," Lucy looked up from her arms. "Is my blood white? But when they drew my blood, I saw it was red." Penelope's mind was in chaos. Looking at her innocent and adorable face, she didn't know how to respond.

Ruby was the first to react.

"No, Lucy's blood is definitely red. All our blood is red," Ruby picked Lucy up. "Con, let's go for a walk outside." Ruby was quick-witted, knowing that Lucy shouldn't hear these conversations.

Although Lucy was young, she could understand a lot of things.

Penelope's arms, devoid of solace, yearned to grasp onto something, yet her hands could only weakenly descend to her sides.

She had been sitting upright, but now she slowly slumped.

Penelope looked helplessly at the doctor. "Lucy has always been weak, frequently catching Xiness, but she always recovered. This tit's the same, why does she have leukemia?" "Could there be a mistake in her test results? Or did you mix up the reports?" "Letsee," Penelope reached for the test results. "I need to confirm if it's Lucy's name." The report clearly showed "Lucy" as the name.

She stared at it, feeling emotionally shattered.

Why did Lucy have to get this disease? Penelope would rather have the disease herself! "Calm down," the doctor tried to comfort her. "Given the current situation, she can still be treated." "Really? How will you treat her? Can she be cured? Will this affect her future life?"

"I can't guarantee that. Also, I suggest you go to a larger city hospital for a more comprehensive exa examination. They have better equipment and more specialists who can provide you with more treatment options."