Tears trickled down Carla's cheeks. Her father had been an altruistic soul his whole life and had helped countless people. It did not surprise Carla that people like Diane's mother would feel grateful to her father.
"Carla…" Diane held her friend's hands in her own and said gratefully, "Mr. Wigston was a good man. He kept my mom's medical treatment fees in his mind even at the lowest points of his life."
"Your mom had only gotten into a coma trying to save my dad. It's only right for us to bear the treatment costs, " Carla said in a contrite tone.
"I sold the watch that Mr. Wigston left for a million. I had been depending on that for my mother's medical treatment all these years. Well, actually, I shouldn't have sold it, but I was still in high school, and mom did not have much savings, so…" Diane was plagued with guilt.
"I understand, " Carla said as she nodded her head. "Diane, your mom and you are both kind souls."
Diane sighed aloud. "It's so unfair. Why do bad things happen to good people?"
"Yeah, I know right." Carla sighed and continued asking, "Right, did your mother mention who the mysterious man was? Anything about how the person looked like?"
"She did not mention anything on that, " Diane shook her head. "She sounded like she was in a rush. There was no time for her to go into the details, and she hung up on me before I could even answer her."
"I see. Then, let's go visit your mother first."
The two of them made their way toward Diane's mother's ward.
Her mother lay on the hospital bed with a multitude of tubes attached to her body. Her body was frail and thin from being bedridden for so many years. Diane's mother was only in her mid-forties, but she looked way beyond her age.
Diane's deft manners in wiping down her mother's body, changing her clothes, and potty toilet were telltales of the hardships that the girl had endured through the years.
Carla felt a lump in her throat watching her friend and was hit by a pang of guilt. Diane's mother would not have ended up like this if it weren't for saving her father.
It must have been difficult for Diane to pull herself through all these years. I really want to help them both.
With this thought in mind, Carla asked Diane to take her to her mother's doctor to find out more about her condition. Carla even asked for a copy of her mother's medical records before giving Naya a call.
She did not wish to trouble Naya. However, she felt that her effort was necessary to help out Diane.
Carla actually thought that Naya was a decent person. If she were to look the other way for Naya's relationship with Zayn, she actually thought Naya was someone she could befriend. Of course, Carla planned to bear all the costs of the treatment. She just needed someone professional to clear things up for her.
It took a few rings before Naya finally picked up. "Miss Wigston?"
"Dr. Goman, I need your help. Is this a good time to talk?"
"Sure, fire away, " Naya remained polite toward Carla.
"I have a friend who has been in a coma for four years here at City Hospital. She's on a treatment plan but her condition has worsened recently. I know that you're a great doctor, and I'd like your two cents on this."
"Do you have her medical records? Let me know the patient's name and details and I'll ask my people to find out more."
"Yes, but it's on paper. When will be convenient for you? What if I meet you and hand this over to you in person?"
Carla did not wish to disclose too much of Diane's mother's information to Naya, lest that the incident back then had anything to do with the Giblo family. A background search on Diane's mother would have exposed everything.
Hence, Carla planned to just let Naya check the hard copy of the medical records without having an inkling to the identity of the patient. In that case, Naya would not be able to dig further down the hole.
"I'll be at the hospital tomorrow morning."
"Great, then I'll see you there tomorrow morning."
After hanging up the call, Carla turned to comfort Diane, "My friend is a really great doctor. Perhaps she will have some insights into this. Don't worry, okay?"
"Thank you, Carla." Diane was beyond grateful.
"Well, that's what friends are for. Don't sweat on it." Carla tapped on her shoulders and said, "I'll try my best to help you."
"Thank you…" Diane was moved to tears and hugged her friend.
"Silly, don't cry. We'd better go eat something and prepare for work."
"Sure."
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