He still hadn't managed to explain things to Jessica.

"Timothy..."

Sheila, still unconscious, murmured Timothy's name in a dreamlike whisper.

Kane immediately turned his head and saw that Timothy had already turned away.

"Timothy, are you leaving?"

"Timothy... Timothy... I won't let anything happen to you... Timothy..."

Sheila's brows were tightly furrowed, her lips moving restlessly as she called out his name over and over.

Kane assumed Sheila needed Timothy.

But only Timothy truly understood what she was saying.

She was having a nightmare...

Timothy turned and walked back to her bedside.

Kane rose from his chair, pressed his lips together, and said carelessly, "She clearly needs you more. I'll get out of your way."

With that, Kane left the room.

Timothy sat down, his brow furrowed with worry.

to settle, her restless muttering

sleeping face, his expression

slept all night. It wasn't until dawn crept in through the hospital window

eyes, Timothy was the first

features were

smile curved her lips. She knew, deep

reached out, wanting to touch his face,

a chair, his coat pocket gaped open, revealing a slim, elegant box-the

it was always

Either Jessica, or her.

the box out and tucked it beneath her

Jessica woke, daylight was streaming

awake, spoke up at once. "Ms. Greene, you have liver cancer. You must avoid emotional stress. Yesterday, your internal bleeding and vomiting were triggered by anger. If you

up her phone and typed a message: I understand. I won't let

doctor sighed, trying his best

with her. "Your

to treat. I know

you refuse treatment, you have no chance at all. Medicine has advanced-not all hope is lost. If you respond well

surgery may become possible."

transplant would require

doctor had explained all this when she

people waiting

he'd warned her-chemotherapy itself might be more than

Jessica didn't want to gamble on such

treatment, she

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