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In my stupor, they left, but their words echoed clearly in my ears.
“Brother Lachlan, what if she’s really sick?”
“If she’s sick, treat it. If not, let her die….”
If she’s sick, treat it. If not, let her die….
What a timeless saying.
The hope for life was snuffed out by the one I loved most. I felt like I was plunged into an ice cave, probably never to climb out.
I thought heaven had given me a chance to live for my daughter.
But now, the chance is gone. I can’t even protect a bottle of medicine.
Maybe the King of the Underworld really has his eyes on my wretched life, telling me not to hold on any longer. It’s time to go.
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I left the hospital and went to the law firm. I finalized the consolidation of the real estate fund I had and handed it over to the manager. Then I transferred all my liquid assets into a personal account set up for my daughter. I earnestly prepared my will. Before I had even left the firm,
Lachlan called.
His tone was serious, but there was a trace of panic in his voice. “What are you doing at the law firm?”
I replied casually, “Nothing major, just preparing a gift for our daughter’s first month.” He seemed surprised by my calm demeanor, as if a thought had crossed his mind: “You always have to outdo me with gifts for our daughter. Rest assured, mine will be just as good as yours.”
He was referring to a bet we made during my pregnancy–to see whose gift for our daughter’s first month would be more precious and heartfelt. Then we would let pur daughter choose, and whoever she picked, she would call them mom or dad first.
Knowing he misunderstood, I didn’t explain. He’d find out soon enough. Thinking of the happy times we had as a family of three, his tone seemed to lift a bit: “Alright, stop trying to cheat secretly. Come home quickly, I have a surprise for you.”
After hanging up, I returned home and opened the nanny’s room. Inside, I saw another large bouquet of eternal roses. Lachlan was holding a candle, looking tender: “Happy birthday, my dear. You are my most beautiful princess. Please accept these roses picked for you by your knight.”
“And bear with it for just one more day. After tomorrow, I’ll be at your beck and call, okay?” The room was quiet–no cake, no one celebrating my birthday. He avoided celebrating with Adeline, being so cautious he didn’t even do it in the living room. Seeing that I wasn’t moved to tears like before, Lachlan frowned. He was about to question me, but I spoke first.
“Why didn’t you dare celebrate my birthday in the living room?” Lachlan hesitated, “Isn’t it the same wherever?”
“It’s not the same.” I looked directly at Lachlan, my gaze sharp. He seemed exposed, then got angry: “You just can’t stand the nanny’s room being small? You’re used to being a rich wife and can’t bear any discomfort?”
“You can take or leave the birthday, but this discomfort is something you must endure!” After saying that, he had me thrown into the basement with just a quilt. Late at night, because of the brain cancer, I had a severe headache, Covered in cold sweat in the dark and damp basement, I kept banging my head against the wall, desperately trying to stop the pain. I did it until the wall was smeared with my blood and I passed out, finally getting some sleep.
On the third morning, Mrs. Chen came into the basement and saw the blood all over the wall and the dried blood on my forehead. She was startled. With only one day left, I begged her to let me see my daughter, even if just for a glance before I died. With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Chen secretly took me to the nursery and kept watch outside for me.
But before I could hold my daughter for long, Adeline kicked the door open, and Mrs. Chen was taken away by her people. Adeline sneered: “Nora, are you here to say your last words to your daughter because you know you’re dying today?” I coldly questioned her, “You knew I had cancer?”
“Of course, why else would I have Ethan use this to deceive you? Oh right, you didn’t know Ethan’s ability to see lifespans was fake, right? He just wanted to be with me and lied to you on purposel” She laughed slyly, then suddenly changed tone: “But even so, he still won’t divorce you to marry me, Nora. Why is that?”
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