After Samson and Sarah left, a kind passerby took me to the hospital.
When I woke up, Marcus Tate, my doctor, was at my bedside. Frustration and worry lined his face.
“How can you not even care for your own health?”
“You could still have had ten more days. But now you’re just sitting here waiting for death!
“It’s only been three days since your last checkup. How did your bodily functions deteriorate so much?”
I lowered my gaze and quietly listened to Marcus‘ reproach.
I knew he cared about me.
When he finished scolding me, I said softly, “Dr. Tate, thank you for your concern. But please arrange for my dis- charge.”
He stared at me in disbelief, anger coursing through his veins.
“You didn’t take a word I said to heart, did you?”
I gave a helpless smile. “I did. But I don’t have any money.”
Marcus sighed. “What sin did I commit in my last life to get a patient like you?”
“I’ll discuss the finances with the hospital. You can stay here for now. Don’t worry too much, okay?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and brushed him off without thinking.
“No. I don’t want to trouble you.
“I have no family. Nobody will reward, or thank you for doing this.”
“I know.” He tucked me under the covers. A look of pity in his eyes. “Just think of it as me pitying you.”
My nose stung. I nodded, my eyes watering.
After Samson drove off, he continued to finalize their wedding plans.
But he couldn’t focus. Sarah had to snap him back to reality a few times.
When they were done, he hurriedly drove Sarah home. And yet, as if guided by fate, the car stopped in front of the dress shop again.
Samson thought to himself, “I’m just checking if Stacy’s really dead. I don’t care about her. I just don’t want her death to tarnish the Lynton family’s reputation.”
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But when he got out of the car, Stacy was long gone. His chest hammered, and his palms grew slick with sweat.
He forced himself to calm down and called his assistant.
“I want to know where Stacy is. You have ten minutes.”
The assistant acted swiftly. Soon, he called back, but his tone was hesitant.
“Mr. Lynton, Ms. Moore was taken to the hospital.
“They say her condition isn’t looking good. You should go see for yourself.”
The assistant’s words made his heart sink.
Coupled with the doctor’s earlier words, he suddenly had a bad feeling.
Samson jumped into his car and floored it to Cedars–Sinai Medical Center. He stormed straight to the director’s office.
“Pull up Stacy Moore’s medical records for me.”
“Yes, Mr. Lynton.”
Minutes later, a medical record was printed and ready for Samson to read.
He took the medical record with trembling hands and opened it. The black–on–white words were starkly clear.
It wrote, “Patient, Stacy Moore, was diagnosed with advanced stage stomach cancer. Cancer has spread, and multiple organ failure was reported…”
The director put on his reading glasses. When he saw the chart, he sighed.
“Looks like she’ll have only a few days left.
“What a pity. She’s still so young.”
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