"If anything unexpected happens during this surgery, don't be sad. Once I'm gone, my ashes won't remain in the Sutton Family cemetery. Take me to the seaside. If there's a next life, I'd like to be a bird."
Autumn Ellison took a deep breath and continued, "I know you have a lot of grievances against me, and there are things you want to do behind my back. It's okay. Once I'm gone, you'll truly be free. No one will be able to control you."
"Mom, I'd rather you control me. I like it when you do."
Stella held Autumn Ellison's hand and whispered.
"You're all grown up. Your brother is outstanding. If I can't recover, I'll leave peacefully. Of course, if something goes wrong with the surgery, and I'm already half-dead, you can give up treatment. I don't want to leave in an undignified, tormenting state."
Autumn Ellison's words were heavy.
Stella hung her head, feeling uneasy.
