?Chapter 178:
She had already taken a step back. That should be enough for him, right? However, Norton’s expression remained dark, his gaze sharp enough to cut through steel.
“Get out. I don’t want to see you right now!”
Yvonne didn’t argue. Without hesitation, she slipped out from under his arm, collected the lunch box, and walked away. The air in the room turned frigid.
After lunch, Rachely down for a nap. Maybe she hadn’t slept well the night before—her body felt sluggish, her head heavy.
Unexpectedly, she drifted into a deep sleep.
Three hours passed before she finally stirred. A nurse walked in just as she sat up. “Ms. Marsh, the doctor asked to see you in his office once you woke up.”
“Alright.”
She knocked on the office door, and a firm voice called from inside, “Come in.” Stepping inside, Rachel felt an uneasiness settle over her. For some reason, the closer she got to this room, the harder her heart pounded, like an instinct warning her of something she wasn’t ready to face.
“Rachel, right?” The doctor’s voice was calm, but his eyes carried a weight that made her stomach clench. “Your test results are in. You need to be mentally prepared.”
Her mind went nk. For a split second, she even thought he must be talking to someone else. Fingers curling into the fabric of her pants, she gritted her teeth and forced herself to meet his gaze. “Doctor, please… just tell me.”
“Uremia.”
The words hit like a blow. Rachel felt the world tilt.
Silence stretched endlessly between them.
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Rachel’s pale lips trembled as she forced out the words, “Are you… sure? Could there be… a mistake?”
The doctor remainedposed, his voice steady. “Ms. Marsh, our hospital uses state-of-the-art equipment. The margin for error is extremely low. However, if you have doubts, you’re wee to take the test again.”
Rachel swallowed hard, gripping the armrest of the chair as if it could steady her. “Then… could you reapply for me? I’ll retest tomorrow, okay?”
Late in the afternoon, Brian finally stirred from his sleep. Tracy, now much moreposed, approached him with a gentle expression.
“Did you manage to rest well? Are you still feeling worn out?”
Ignoring her questions, Brian shook his head and instinctively peered outside. The sun had climbed high into the sky. A sense of rm washed over him as he grabbed his phone, only to be met with a dead screen.
“What time is it?” Brian inquired, a tinge of panic in his voice.
“I’m on it,” Tracy reassured him as she attempted to turn on her phone, but to no avail—it too was out of power.
Brian’s patience snapped. “Quick, the charger—bring it here now!” Tracy looked at him with concern. “Unfortunately, our chargers aren’tpatible. I don’t think mine will fit your phone.”
Tracy tried to soothe his nerves. “Rx, I’ll run downstairs to the store and buy a charger for you.”
Dismissing her efforts, Brian flung the covers aside and hurried into the living room, where the wall clock caught his eye. It was already four in the afternoon.
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