Chapter 2 Misunderstandings
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"Mrs. York, we've re-examined you today. The diagnosis of late-stage bone cancer is confirmed. It’s not a mistake. Additionally, your severe cold has significantly weakened your body, allowing the cancer cells to spread faster than we initially anticipated."
"You may have less than half a month left."
Dr. Ethan's eyes were filled with sympathy and pity as he spoke.
Learning last night that I had only about half a month left due to cancer was devastating enough, but in just one night, the cancer cells consumed another fifth of my remaining time.
"Mrs. York, the best course of treatment right now is rest. Your body is too weak to tolerate even medication; it would only burden your system further."
My face pale, I pleaded with the doctor, "Dr. Ethan, could I ask you a favor?"
"What is it?"
"My husband will be here soon. Could you please tell him about my cancer diagnosis personally?"
Dr. Ethan looked at me, puzzled. "Wouldn't it be better if you told him yourself? He might be more receptive when coming from you."
I gave a weak smile, "I told him. He doesn’t believe me."
Dr. Ethan looked at me with pity and nodded. "I promise you."
Not long after, Aaron entered my ward.
"This is my husband," I told Dr. Ethan.
Dr. Ethan turned to Aaron and explained my condition. "Mr. York, your wife has been diagnosed with late-stage bone cancer. She likely has less than half a month to live."
Aaron froze, his cold, sharp voice laced with disbelief. "What did you say?"
Dr. Ethan shook his head and sighed, offering his condolences. "Spend this last bit of time with your wife. Fulfill her last wishes so she has fewer regrets."
Dr. Ethan had voiced my deepest wish. Tears welled up in my eyes.
"Aaron, I wasn’t lying."
Looking at Aaron’s cold face, the suppressed hurt and grief in my heart fermented into a bitter ache. "I’m really dying, so..."
Before I could finish, Aaron stormed towards me, his face dark. He grabbed my wrist and roared furiously, "Impossible!"
"What’s impossible?" My mind went blank.
"Heather, you haven’t atoned for your sins! Do you think you can die and escape everything?"
"Hmph! Dream on! Heather, I won’t let you off so easily! I’ll torment you, make you suffer every single day!"
I struggled in pain, tears streaming down my face. "Aaron, let me go..."
Aaron flung my hand away in anger, turned, and pulled out his phone. He made a call, urgently ordering the most authoritative doctor to re-examine me.
My wrist slammed against the bed rail, a bone-shattering pain radiating through my body. Looking at Aaron’s cold, imposing back, my heart shattered.
So, he hated me that much.
The difference in his attitude towards me and Katherine, both facing cancer, was stark.
He felt sorry for Katherine, unwilling to let her die from cancer, but he hated me, refusing to believe my diagnosis so he could torment me...
Soon, the doctor arranged by Aaron arrived and re-examined me.
After fifteen agonizing minutes of waiting, the doctor returned to the ward with the test results.
"Well?" Aaron asked first.
The doctor glanced at me and handed the report to Aaron.
My heart pounded in my chest.
"Heather!"
The moment Aaron saw the report, his cold eyes blazed with fury.
He strode to the bedside and seized my throat. "Heather, you're truly despicable!"
"Cough..." My throat constricted, making it hard to breathe. My pale face flushed as panic surged through me. "Aaron, what do you mean?"
"You wretch! How dare you lie to me again!"
Aaron threw the report in my face. My head spun. When I finally focused, I saw the four large characters on the test results: Physically healthy.
"How is that possible?"
My face drained of color. I knew my own body. I couldn't possibly be physically healthy.
"There must be a problem with the results!"
"Mr. York, I'm sorry."
Dr. Ethan suddenly stepped forward and bowed to Aaron. He glanced at me. "Your wife doesn't have cancer. She asked me to say those things earlier, hoping to gain your sympathy."
Aaron's hand tightened around my throat again, his eyes bloodshot with rage. Through gritted teeth, he asked, "Heather, is he telling the truth?"
The fear of suffocation washed over me again. No one in this world would help me.
Looking into Aaron's sharp, angry eyes, I couldn't lie. "I told him to, but I really do have cancer..."
"Slap!" Aaron struck me across the face, his voice dripping with disgust. "I hate liars the most! Heather, how dare you use the same lie to deceive me twice!"
"Aren't you afraid of karma? Afraid that you'll actually get bone cancer and die young?"
Pain ripped through me as if millions of ants were gnawing at my bones and heart.
Suddenly, a searing pain stabbed through my stomach, and a warm, metallic taste surged up my throat.
"Ugh!" I vomited a mouthful of blood.
This was a common symptom of terminal bone cancer.
I bitterly wiped the blood from my face and looked at him.
"I didn't lie to you..."
"Heather!"
The expression on Aaron's face froze.
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