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ALLY'S POV

"Doc, she's been like this for months. Please do everything to save our daughter."

I heard someone crying nearby.

"We are doing our very best, Madame, to save your daughter's life. But as you can see, her whole body is burned, which is caused by a 5th-degree burn. It will take a lot of months or a year to heal her wounds. But don't worry, we will make sure that her wounds heal quickly."

"Please do everything, Doc. Please do everything to improve my daughter's condition."

"We are doing our very best, Madame. I will also refer you to one of our most trusted specialist doctors in America. They can handle this case very well since it is better for the patient to continue her treatment there."

"Thank you so much, Doc."

"It was my pleasure and honor to help you, Sir and Madame Cuevas. Excuse me, I'll leave you for now."

I heard the door open and close softly. I tried to open my eyes to see who the people around me were now. But I was surprised when I couldn't even open my eyes.

I was also feeling my whole body, but I couldn't feel anything. What's happening to me? Why can't I feel anything? My whole body feels numb. And no matter how hard I try, I can't do anything. Am I dead? Am I being judged by heaven?

"Oh God, Roderick! She's been like this for three months. I don't know what to do anymore."

W-what? Three months?

I heard a woman sobbing nearby.

"Shhh, I know it hurts, Rosellena, but all we can do right now is to pray to the almighty God. He won't abandon our daughter. I know she can get through this."

Someone was comforting the crying woman.

What daughter are they talking about? Am I their daughter? No! They're wrong! I'm not their daughter! I don't even know them.

"I wish she hadn't left. I wish I hadn't allowed her to commute, Roderick! This is all my fault."

I could still hear the woman crying.

I couldn't understand what they were saying. Who are these people? What's happening? Why are they crying over me? Why are they saying that I'm their daughter? My parents have been dead for many years, so how could I be their daughter?

"Let's just be thankful, Rosellena, that she's not like her other companions. She survived, our unica hija will survive this."

Unica hija?!

Something's wrong with what's happening right now. I want to talk to them and tell them the truth, but I really can't move my whole body. I can't even open my eyes.

What's really happening to my body? Why can't I move, and why can't I even open my eyes?

"It's been three months, Roderick! There hasn't even been a little change in her condition now. I want our daughter back to normal, Roderick! I'm taking her to the US! I'll continue her treatment there. I can't just stand here and wait without any certainty that she'll be back to normal. I can't look at her like this, Roderick. I just can't."

Me? Being taken to the US for treatment? I'm not even their daughter! I'm a different person! I'm not their family or even related by blood! Can't they think of that?!

My mind is now panicking with what's happening.

I heard the door open again. And I guess there's another new person who came and entered this room.

A long silence enveloped me now. And I couldn't help but wonder what was happening.

Why are they silent? Who is the person who just came in?

"L-leon...you're here."

I heard the woman say in a soft voice. Her voice showed surprise.

"I'm sorry to barge in, Tita. I should have knocked first. I've heard what happened to Mariel."

I heard the person who just arrived answer.

His voice was rough and somewhat brusque. Even though I could only hear his voice, I felt his authority.

"My daughter is in a critical situation right now, hijo. It's been three months, but there's still no progress. We were already planning to take her to the US."

That was the voice of the older man.

"I understand, Tito. I'm also sorry that I only got to visit her now," he answered in his very brusque voice.

"You don't need to apologize, hijo. We should even be thankful to you. Because you still visited our daughter even though you're so busy with work."

"Our unica hija will surely be happy if she knows about this, Leon. You probably know how much she loves you, hijo."

I didn't hear an answer from the man they called Leon. Instead, the only thing I heard was the couple leaving this room.

Is this the boyfriend of the woman who is the couple's daughter?

"You shouldn't have done that."

I suddenly got nervous at the tone of his voice and the way he spoke. Why do I feel like this man is scary?

"How many times have I told you that I don't want you going to El Fuego? That I don't want to see your face anymore."

Wait a minute.

Isn't the couple's daughter his girlfriend? Why does he seem angry at his girlfriend? Is it bad for his girlfriend to visit him? That's how it should be, right? It's natural for couples to see each other. And why am I interfering with them? I have a problem, and my problem is bigger now compared to their relationship. Because I can't move my whole body.

"You're really stubborn. I told you that I don't like you and I have no intention of marrying you. Look what happened to you now. Tss."

W-what did he say? He doesn't like his girlfriend and he has no intention of marrying her? If so, then why did he court the couple's daughter earlier if he didn't like her?

"I may be harsh and ruthless on you. But I never wanted this to happen to you. Get well first for now, and then I'll talk to you when you're okay."

WHAT?! I'm not your girlfriend, so don't say that to me!

This man is so thick-faced.

I really want to shout at him, but I can't. He's so arrogant. I feel sorry for his girlfriend.

I heard him leave, so silence prevailed around me.

I've been thinking about what the situation is around me now.

The couple thinks I'm their daughter. And that man earlier also thinks that I'm his girlfriend. Why did they become lovers if he didn't like his girlfriend in the first place? And where is the couple's real daughter? Why did they mistake me for their daughter?

What should I do now? I can't move, and according to what I heard, my condition is critical.