He still hadn''t managed to exin things to Jessica.
"Timothy..."
She, 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..."
She''s brows were tightly furrowed, her lips moving restlessly as she called out his name over and over.
Kane assumed She 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.
After a while, She seemed to settle, her restless muttering fading into quiet.
Timothy''s eyes-dark and unreadable-rested on She''s sleeping face, his expressionplicated, his thoughts impossible to guess.
Timothy barely slept all night. It wasn''t until dawn crept in through the hospital window that he finally nodded off, slumped over at She''s bedside.
When She opened her eyes, Timothy was the first thing she saw.
Even asleep, his features were striking-handsome and gentle.
A faint smile curved her lips. She knew, deep down, he still cared about her.
She reached out, wanting to touch his face, but withdrew her hand, afraid to wake him.
Because Timothy was sleeping hunched over in a chair, his coat pocket gaped open, revealing a slim, elegant box-the kind jewelryes in.
If Timothy bought jewelry, it was always for one of two people.
Either Jessica, or her.
She quietly slid the box out and tucked it beneath her pillow.
By the time Jessica woke, daylight was streaming through her hospital room.
Her primary doetor came by for rounds, and, seeing she was 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 keep this up, your illness will only worsen. I strongly rmend you stay in the hospital and rest. Otherwise, I can''t guarantee you''ll make it through the next six months."
Jessica picked up her phone and typed a message: I understand. I won''t let myself get upset again.
The doctor sighed, trying his best to
reason with her. "Your illness isn''t
easy to treat. I know you''re still
young and it''s hard to ept, but if you refuse treatment, you have no chance at all. Medicine has advanced-not all hope is lost. If you respond well to chemotherapy,
surgery may be possible."
But a transnt would require a matching donor.
The doctor had exined all this when she was first diagnosed.
There were far too many people waiting for organ transnts each year.
And he''d warned her-chemotherapy itself might be more than she could handle.
That was why Jessica didn''t want to gamble on such slim odds.
At least, with conservative treatment, she could have a little more time.
Jessica still decided to check herself out of the hospital. The doctor could only prescribe her more medication.
When Timothy woke up, he headed out to get breakfast for She.
He never mentioned the ne.
It seemed the ne wasn''t meant for her after all...
The moment Timothy left the hospital room, She immediately pulled out the
jewelry box from under her pillow.
Her expression changed instantly.
She recognized this ne-it had been kept at Moonstrand Vis. It was Timothy''s mother''s keepsake.
She''d never dared touch it before.
When
his gapenfound the ne in tell Timothy he''d simply decided
she''d already
the room, nothing more.
it in
But now, seeing how important it was, she threw off her nket, clutching the
ne, and hurried after Timothy to return it.
But as soon as she opened the door, she found Jessica standing there.