Daniel's gaze moved. His breath was calm a while ago and turned deep. He needed a few seconds to process whatever Nick had said.
"Three months? Didn't he say she has a year?" he asked Nick, frowning tightly.
Nick slowly moved his hand away from Daniel's shoulder. He lowered his head in defeat and blurted out,
"The doctor stated that he is doing his best, but if her condition worsens, she will require immediate surgery."
Daniel clenched his jaw, shutting his eyes.
His mother, Bella Collins, was ill. She looked like she was the happiest and healthiest person on earth. However, the truth was that she was concealing her pain from everyone. She had heart disease and had a low chance of survival.
A few months ago Bella's doctor had told Daniel clearly that she only had a year in her hands.
