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    “Not at all.”


    “Really? Then why are you so far away from me?”


    “Well, I’m not really used to this,” Yvonne admitted truthfully.


    Their marriage, though long-standing, rarely saw them sharing a bed, except during visits to Edmond’s ce. She had always preferred sleeping alone.


    “After a few more tries, you’ll get used to it. Time for sleep,” Norton said as he reached over to switch off the light. Darkness immediately shrouded the room.


    A hush fell, with only the faint sound of breathing softly touching the stillness. Moonlight seeped through the window, bathing the floor in a silvery glow, gentle and serene.


    Yet Yvonne couldn’t fall asleep.


    Within five minutes, she had shifted positions multiple times.


    Irritated, Norton broke the silence. “Stop moving, or I’ll have to ask you to leave.”


    Yvonne retorted quickly, “If you find it so difficult to share the bed, maybe you should use the guest room.”


    “Why should I move? It’s my bed. I shouldn’t have to inconvenience myself.”


    “Fine, I’ll move to the guest room myself!”


    It seemed more practical for them to sleep apart. The idea of sharing a bed felt both awkward and somewhat risky.


    “Go ahead then!” Norton, clearly irritated, turned his back to her, covered himself, and shut his eyes.


    Yvonne watched him for a moment before heading to the guest room. Adjusting to the unfamiliar bed, she found it hard to fall asleep untilte into the night.


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    After a two-day stay in the hospital, Rachel felt much better.


    During her consultation, the doctor earnestly advised, “Ms. Marsh, after discussing your case with other doctors, we strongly advise you to stay hospitalized for continuous monitoring. This way, we can respond immediately if your condition changes.”


    Rachel met his concern with resolve. “Doctor, I appreciate your advice, but I’ve decided to go home.”


    “Are you certain? Wouldn’t you want to reconsider?”


    Rachel’s decision was firm, almost painfully clear.


    “Indeed, I’ve decided. Lacking a donor, staying in the hospital would merely extend my life briefly, and that too without meaning or happiness. That’s not what I desire. Instead, I want to travel and aplish things that still matter to me. There are still goals I need to reach. Should apatible kidney surface, I’ll make sure toe back right away for the treatment when you notify me.”


    The doctor, recognizing her resolve, chose not to argue.


    He simply rmended that she take good care of herself. However, he stressed that she should seek him out immediately should her health deteriorate.


    “Alright, thank you, doctor. And please, let’s keep my condition a private matter.”


    “We strictly adhere to confidentiality here; without your consent, no information will be shared externally.”


    Rachel then added, “That includes my fiancé as well.”


    Surprised, the doctor inquired, “Why would that be?”


    With a faint smile, herplexion still a bit too pale, Rachel exined, “It’s ratherplex. Though we’re set to marry, his heart belongs to another. I don’t want his pity or sorrow for me because I’m ill. And should the worst happen…”


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