Deaths of her loved ones

A week later

Roseline was In front of her father, staying on her knees. She had been there for a while, waiting for her father to just look at her and have pity.

After an hour of kneeling, Michael couldn't take it anymore. He turned his head, staring at the girl in question in annoyance.

"What?! What do you want exactly, rose?" He yelled at her, but the girl didn't move an inch. This is her mother here. She needed the money before it was too late. Her mother cannot see her here, begging her father, or she might get upset with her.

"My mother has a disease, and she needs..."

"That's none of my business." He cuts her off, smoking his tobacco.

"Please sir. She has a heart disease, and she needs immediate attention," she begged again, almost crying. She had promised herself not to shed a tear in front of this man or his family, but it looked like her eyes were doing otherwise. She just couldn't let her mother die, could she?

She had watched her grandfather die; her mother would not die to