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And with that, she took my arm and led me to the doctor’s office.
The antiseptic smell grew stronger as she pushed the door open. The space was clean…disturbingly so. I swallowed as my eyes landed on Dr. Morrison, silver–haired and kind–faced, who was still studying another patient’s file.
He looked up. “Mr. Blackwood, good to see you again.” His gaze shifted to Helena. “This is your wife?”
Helena froze. And so did I. The idea was not only appalling but slightly insulting. Helena definitely didn’t look that young.
“I’m his mother,” she lied.
I snapped my head toward her.
“What the hell are you doing?” I hissed, keeping my voice low so only she could hear me.
But Helena had already claimed the chair beside the doctor’s desk, forcing me to take the seat opposite him. She folded her hands in her lap and looked Dr. Morrison directly in the eye.
“Is my son dying?”
*Xander*
Dr. Morrison didn’t look the least bit put off by Helena’s dramatics, probably because he wasn’t aware she was just putting on a show.
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He cleared his throat, adjusted his glasses, and fumbled with papers I assumed belonged in my file.
“Well, Mr. Blackwood, regarding your biopsy results, I think it’s important we discuss the full context of…”
“Cut the medical jargon,” Helena interjected. “Just tell us what we’re dealing with. Is it cancer or not?”
Dr. Morrison blinked, clearly taken aback by Helena’s outburst. He adjusted his glasses again, as if to keep himself in check, and nodded slowly.
“Very well.” He turned to me. “Mr. Blackwood, the lumps we biopsied are completely benign. Not cancerous.”
A wave of relief washed over me. I feared I didn’t have much time left to win Jane back. That wasn’t the case anymore.
“They appear to be enlarged lymph nodes, likely a response to some form of stress or minor infection your body has been fighting off.”
I felt the air rush back into my lungs. I was going to be fine, healthy, and happy. All I needed now was Jane, and life would be perfect again.
“So, no treatment?” I managed to ask.
He shook his head. “None required. Just regular follow–ups every six months to monitor them. This is actually quite common, especially with Alphas. Your immune system works overtime.”
I leaned further into my seat. Another wave of relief hit me, and I finally let out the breath I’d been holding since this whole affair began.
“Thank you. I was so worried. I thought…”
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“We don’t have to think about that,” Helena interrupted. “You’re fine. That’s what matters.”
I stared at her, watching as she pulled out lipstick and a compact mirror from her purse and reapplied casually. My wolf growled in irritation. Her laissez faire attitude was beginning to piss me off.
“What?” she asked when she noticed I was staring. When I didn’t answer, she resumed the task. “Don’t look at me like that, Xander. I just did you a favor by staying positive.”
Dr. Morrison cleared his throat again. It was obvious that he was uncomfortable.
“I’ll have my nurse schedule your follow–up appointment. Do you have any other questions?”
I shook my head. “No, thank you. I really appreciate everything you’ve done.”
Just as I started to rise from my chair, thinking this nightmare was finally over, Helena grabbed my arm, urging me back down.
“Actually, Doctor, I do have a concern,” she said.
“Of course, what can I help you with?”
“Well, you see, my son is going through so much. It’s not just this cancer scare, but the marital crisis he’s currently facing has taken a huge toll on him.” She threw a sympathetic glance my way for effect. “He’s currently headed for divorce, with a court hearing coming up soon.”
“What are you…”
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She ignored me and continued. “I was actually hoping… Well, this might sound terrible… But I was hoping Xander might have something less serious, but more…sympathetic. You know, something that would make his wife want to stay and work things out.”
Dr. Morrison’s face went completely blank. I could smell his discomfort and confusion.
“I’m not sure I understand what you’re asking,” he muttered.
Helena laughed. “Oh, it’s nothing really. I just…well, could you perhaps reconsider the diagnosis? Something that sounds serious enough to evoke sympathy but won’t actually kill him? I mean, is that something we could discuss financially?”
The silence that followed was deafening. Dr. Morrison and I shared similar expressions of pure shock and bewilderment.
