One Night Surprise

Chapter 511 That Unknown Man

At Warmorth Hospital in Melrose, Angie had a cold gaze as she kept repeating the scene from earlier.

“Are you Regan’s relative?”

“He’s my uncle.”

“I’m afraid his condition is… not very good. He has advanced stomach cancer. It has been some time since he has been on compassionate release for treatment purposes. He kept refusing us to contact his family, but we have only done it now because…”

The man in the police officer uniform then paused for a bit before changing the subject.

“You should take a look at him. He seems to have something he wants to tell you.”

As the hallway of the hospital emanated wisps of cold air, Courtney tapped on Angie’s shoulder, pulling her back into reality.

“You should go in and have a look.”

Looking up with tears in her eyes, Angie nodded.

The condition of the hospital was not in a great state either as the ward had a slightly moldy smell, making it seem somewhat rundown. Standing at the door, she looked at the man in a daze.

He was struggling to breathe through his mouth while watching the lamp on the ceiling with dull eyes.

Back then, everyone used to call him ‘fatso’ because as his name suggested, he was on the broader side in terms of physique. However, one could only see a shadow of his former self as what lay there was only skin and bones.

This scene made Angie unable to hold back her tears as she covered her face and started to cry.

Hearing a sound, Regan could not help but move his eyeball before shifting his body and head to face Angie, who was still standing at the entrance of the ward. “You’ve come.”

His ghostly face had a weak smile on it and she could even hear that his voice was not as powerful as before. “I’ve come.”

she then calmed down

did not really matter even if she only saw him a few times for the rest of her life. Now that she knew that he was about to die, a chilly aura

“Come here.”

Regan also pointed to a chair beside him. Even though it was such a simple action, it seemed to have taken him a lot of strength to do it.

recurring dreams about her lately. I dreamed that she kept blaming me, blaming me that I brought her to that place. She said that she had missed out on the opportunity the first time, so why did she have to miss out on a second time? She still blames me

at this stage, he still gave

about her mother, as her memories of that woman from when she was still small was slowly fading

all

her room, not allowing her to look for

the past, Regan suddenly coughed badly and tightly closed his eyes due to the pain

“Stop talking, uncle.”

a cup of water from the jar beside, but Regan only felt nauseous as he reached out to stop Angie, spilling all the water

beg me to not do this. Only then did I bring her out. At that time, she already had you for six months and you

kneeled down to clean up the puddle. Stopping for a while, she then continued her

loud

“Why?”

then, I came to realize our mistake as we saw how sweet you were when

saying that, she had already sat up with a straight posture with a chill emanating from her body. This was the first time in eighteen years of her life that someone had

as she

you have the right to know about this. I’ve been thinking about this for the last few days, thinking about whether I should tell you this or not. Then again, I kept dreaming of your mother and I think

her mind becoming blank as all kinds of

very exhausted. Looking at

drawer on her right hand side only to find a small box lined in blue flannel. The pattern of the

giving birth to

necklace inside. It was a very exquisite piece as the

the way back to the hospital, Angie seemed very lifeless as the atmosphere in the car was very

all. I think you should give Elijah