Every time I tried to share the burden of taking care of Victoria, he would put on that understanding, considerate act and patiently urge me to focus on my job.Back then, I fell for it every time.Now, I just hung up and headed straight to the hospital.…The hospital was crowded. I pushed through the stream of people toward a hospital room I knew by heart but had never once entered. Just as I reached the door, I heard Victoria's loud, energetic voice.She was chatting with another patient in the room.I stopped at the doorway because I heard exactly what they were talking about.Someone asked, "Mrs. Wilde, you look perfectly healthy. Why are you in the hospital?"Victoria couldn't hide the smugness in her voice. "My body's fine, but my mind isn't. Whenever I see my daughter-in-law, my eyes hurt, my heart hurts, my whole body hurts. My son had me stay in the hospital and sent her out to work to pay for my medical bills."The room fell silent, and so did my heart.For five
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