Chapter 8 "The real Agnes Saint died long ago. She's an imposter!" These two sentences stunned everyone present. "Sawyer, what did you say?" Stephen's blood rushed to his head and he nearly collapsed. "This girl and her parents actually sold the real Agnes to a psychopath." "After enduring three days of torment from that man, Agnes couldn't take it anymore and swallowed rat poison to end her life." The truth exploded in their ears and their vision went dark as their minds went completely blank. "She is nothing but a big liar. Everything she claimed that River did to her was nothing but lies!" As Sawyer finished speaking, his eyes reddened and he was nearly consumed by self-blame and guilt. "Sawyer ... are you saying she deceived us all? River never harmed her, never bullied her, never cyberbullied her? Then all the things we did to River... " Skyler swallowed the rest of his words, then slammed his fist into the wall beside Agnes. "How dare you deceive me? You're looking for death!" He grabbed Agnes by the collar, his eyes burned crimson with rage. Beside them, Spencer's legs gave out and he collapsed by the shoe cabinet at the entrance. Not long after, Addison let out a heart-wrenching scream before fainting completely. The Saint residence's lights burned all night, chaos raging throughout the hours. Only at dawn did they suddenly recall the other world I had once spoken of. "Sawyer, let's go find River and beg her for forgiveness!" Skyler suggested. *** In another side, on a hospital bed. I had just opened my eyes when a wave of heart-wrenching sobs reached me. "River, wake up! Look at Mommy! Don't scare me like this!" Hearing the familiar voice, I saw my mother in a patient's gown, bursting into tears. "Mom ... " I cried out and hugged my mother tightly, breathing in her familiar scent. The agony before death melted away in her warm embrace. I was finally home again. [Host, your mission is now complete. Are you certain you want to give up one hundred million to cure your mother's cancer?] The system's voice echoed softly in my mind. Without hesitation, I nodded. After all, what in this world could possibly be more important than my mother? Three weeks later, our entire family accompanied my mother for another checkup. While waiting for the results, I clenched my hands tightly, unable to relax for even a second. Until the doctor emerged with the report, exclaiming in utter disbelief. 'This is impossible! Your cancer is actually cured! This is practically the world's first case!" The doctor stared at the report, checking it over and over again. Only then did my heart finally relax. My dad and brother stood frozen, their eyes empty with disbelief as they repeated the words. 'The cancer is cured?" My wife ... my mom... she won't die?" The two grown men wiped their eyes roughly. My mother, on the other hand, was the calmest of us all. I told you I'd be fine, I wouldn't die. Look how much you worried," my mother said, though tears velled up in her eyes as she pulled me into a tight hug. My father smiled and walked over, pulling my brother over. Our family of four embraced each >ther in joy, as if we had just survived a catastrophe. This is wonderful." My mom is back." Our family is still together." That night, when we got home, my father cooked a delicious meal to celebrate my mother's cancer recovery. Later, as I lay in my own familiar bed, I still felt a little dazed. Until my best friend, Kienna, called. River, you're back! And Auntie is cancer-free now! Congratulations!"