All Chapters of Mom, Don't Turn Back for Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It was an unlucky day for me. I was bumping into everyone I didn't wish to meet.Simon wore a neat white coat, with an attending physician's badge pinned to his chest. He looked much more mature than he had two years ago.I lowered my head and turned to the side, trying to slip away. "Excuse me, I'm looking for Dr. Horton."Simon pressed his hand against the doorframe, blocking my path."Dr. Horton was urgently reassigned elsewhere. I'm handling his patients for now." He stared at me, his eyes dark and unreadable. "You just vanished without a trace. Amy, I never agreed to the breakup."I squirmed under his gaze as a wave of guilt washed over me. I replied, "It's over between us, Dr. Litt."Simon ignored my words, reaching out to pull me into the room. "Let's get the basic check-up done. You look terrible." With that, he turned to fetch the blood pressure monitor.I knew him well. He was very stubborn and wouldn't back down until he got his way. If I refused to cooperate, I pro

Rhea gritted her teeth, biting back her anger. Eventually, she forced out an apology.I ignored her, bending down to pick up the things scattered across the floor and putting them back into the plastic bag. Then I turned to head back to my room.Simon walked out, holding several newly released lab reports. He glanced at Mom and Rhea coldly. "If you have a problem, take it outside. My patient needs to rest. Please don't disturb her again."Rhea's expression changed, and her voice softened. "Simon—""Miss Parker, please call me Dr. Litt."Mom's gaze landed on me briefly before she asked, "Is she—"Simon cut her off. "Please leave if there's nothing else."Mom fell silent. She gave me a long look before telling Rhea coldly, "Let's go."Silence returned to the hallway.Simon glanced at the gash on the back of my hand and sighed. He led me into his office, opened the instrument tray, and cleaned the wound."Why didn't you fight back?""I didn't have the strength, and besides, I d

Two highly qualified nutritionists and three round-the-clock caregivers were assigned to my room. Every meal was weighed down to the gram, with the nutritional content calculated precisely. Whenever I moved, a caregiver would immediately come over to check on me.I wasn't used to people looking after me like this.Back when I lived in the mountains, I had to get my own water from the well.I glanced at the line of caregivers beside my bed and sighed. "Please step out for a bit. I want some alone time."Mom rapidly flipped through some documents on the couch without looking up. "They're professionals. They'll take good care of you."I frowned, and a dull ache stirred in my stomach again.Mom paused, setting down the documents. Then she looked at me with determination. "You need them. I can't risk your condition getting any worse."We stared each other down. One look at the stubborn glint in her eyes told me there was no point in arguing with her.The cramps in my stomach grew wo

Mom pulled her hand away and wiped my face, carefully cleaning every spot. She said, "Don't move. Let me do it."When she was done, she placed the towel back in the basin, pulled over a chair, and sat down.We sat in silence for a long time.Then Mom suddenly spoke, her voice hoarse. "Amy."I turned to look at her.Mom bent forward, gripping my hand as she broke down in tears. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry. I was wrong. I've had nightmares about you being beaten every night for the past 18 years. You're my child and the only thing that kept me going through all those years in that hellhole."My heart ached, watching Mom break down like this. I squeezed her hand back with all my strength. "Mom, I've never blamed you. I just want you to be happy. That's all that matters to me."Mom lifted her head and pulled me into a tight hug, burying her face in my shoulder. "I won't let you die, Amy. You have to live. I'll make up for all the years I lost with you."I rested in her arms, soaking

My eyes slowly closed as life ebbed away from my body. The sound of weeping beside me gradually faded into the distance.Just before I plunged into total darkness, I said a silent goodbye to the people I loved.I had died, yet it seemed like I hadn't truly left.My soul seemed to float above the room, watching them all break down in tears.Simon was holding my lifeless body in despair, while Mom had fainted on the spot.I wanted to reach out and hold them, but my hands went right through them.I witnessed my own funeral and saw that my gravestone read, "In Loving Memory of Amy Parker".I sat on my own gravestone, watching them stand in the rain, dressed in black and unwilling to leave.There wasn't much to do after death.The stomach pain was gone, and so was the bitter medicine. I simply sat there every day, watching the sun rise and set.Simon visited me every week with my favorite bellflowers and sat by my grave all day, telling me about the hospital and how many patients