Amelia's POV

Ring! Ring! Ring!

I picked. “Hello, Dad. How are you? How is mum?

As I picked up the call, tears rolled down my cheeks uncontrollably.

This was the third time my Dad had called, and I wasn't able to send him some money.

While I thought about it, it dawned on me that all my efforts were in vain.

What can money do for me now? It can never make me a perfect daughter.

I don't have much time left, what if I die? Money can't even save me from this unlucky fate.

“Amelia? I heard a cold voice call out. “Aren't you supposed to be doing the...