Billionaire's Match

Chapter 509 Only one shadow hung over everyone's heart. That shadow was the same question: could it be a tumor? Nick himself remained remarkably calm. He asked the doctor, " I've had annual checkups before. Nothing like this ever came up." "Yes, this kind of sudden lesion could be related to your old injury ... The doctor sighed softly. "But we can't be sure yet. There's no need to worry too much. We'll only know after the biopsy." Seeing Nick fall silent, Lenny hurried to add, "Could it just be a false alarm? Mr. Hunt has always been in good health." "It's possible...

of course it's possible." The doctor nodded stiffly, but he could not offer much more reassurance. A false alarm was certainly possible. But judging from what Nick had described... the chances were slim. "If it's what you suspect," Nick asked after a long pause, "can it be cured?" The doctor replied, "You don't need to be overly anxious about that. Tumors vary in nature, and this one doesn't appear large. If it isn't malignant... conservative treatment would be an option." ---- Although Nick's body had recovered fairly well, it could not withstand surgery.

moment before fixing steadily on the department director. "Will | die?" The question of life and death had occupied his thoughts since he was very young. When he had been taken hostage by kidnappers, he had desperately not wanted to die. He kept telling himself that as long as he could live, that would be enough. The burdens he carried for being born into this world, the debts he owed, those who hated him, and those he

life and fear of death left him without any sense of security for many years afterward. He pushed himself relentlessly, demanded perfection, disciplined himself in everything. He never wanted to fall back into helplessness again. Perhaps that was

Nick clasped his trembling hands together. Even though the doctor had spoken only of possibilities, and there was still more than a fifty-percent chance he would be fine, he was already afraid. Afraid of dying. There were still so many things he had not done yet. The first of them was the future he had finally begun to sketch for himself-his own vision of happiness. He