The next second, blood began to pour from Timothy''s nose. The driver quickly handed him a tissue. Timothy wiped his nose and eyes, then tore off a piece to staunch the bleeding.


    "Go to The Bryant Group."


    When Timothy stormed into Yates''s office, Yates was taken aback by his appearance.


    "Did you know about Jessica''s liver cancer?" Timothy demanded.


    "Yes." Seeing Timothy''s state, Yates knew he had found out. "How did you know?"


    "You knew, and you didn''t tell me?”


    Yates frowned. "Why would I tell you? She''s your wife. You were the one who didn''t know she had cancer. You should be examining your own failures, noting here to confront me. You have no right.” This was beyond simple negligence; it was aplete failure as a husband. Jessica must have been utterly disappointed in him to have kept it a secret.


    "Vince said she''s dead..."


    Yates shot up from his chair. "Impossible. I don''t believe it."


    Timothy let out a bitter, desperate smile. “Even you don''t believe it. He must be lying to me."


    "Did Vince say that himself?"


    "Yes."


    Yates''s brow furrowed even deeper. How could that be? Vince hadn''t seemed desperate enough to rush his parents in for testing before, which suggested Jessica''s condition was stable. It was impossible for her to have passed away so quickly. He must be trying to deceive Timothy.


    Timothy stared at Yates, his voice filled with despair. "I thought we were good


    friends. I thought if something happened, you would tell me. Yates, I don''t understand you anymore. Even if she divorces me, she would almost certainly never choose you. Was it really worth it?”


    "Timothy, you''re not thinking clearly right now, and frankly, neither am I. I don''t want to fight with you. You look terrible, and something is seriously wrong. I''m advising you to go to the hospital. Stop this, okay?" Yates knew Timothy would never believe Jessica was dead. He was likely just reeling from the shock the cancer diagnosis. He wasn''t asking when she got sick; he was on a desperate mission to find her. He would never believe she was gone until he saw her with his own eyes.


    Timothy took the diagnosis report and went to the hospital to meet with Jessica''s primary care physician. Heid the paper on the desk. “I found this report for my wife at home. I need to know about her condition."


    The doctor sighed heavily. "She came inining of abdominal pain. The test results confirmed she was already in the final stages. Liver cance is often asymptomatic until it''s toote. I told her she had six months at most and advised her to start chemotherapy, but she


    _refused. She was at


    admitted


    twice for vomiting blood, and both


    times she begged me to keep it


    quiet, saying she didn''t want to worry her family."


    Admitted twice for vomiting blood? That night she''d bitten her tongue, he''d taken her to the ER. On the way home, after She''s incident, he''d been driving so fast that she''d gotten sick as soon as she got out of the car. When he came out with She, Mabel had shouted that Jessica was vomiting blood. He hadn''t believed it, dismissing it as bleeding from her mouth injury. She already had cancer back then. He''d had so many chances to know, so many signs. If he had paid even the slightest bit of attention, he would have seen it. He had blindly missed every single one.


    No wonder she was so adamant about the divorce...


    Blood began to trickle from his nose again, staining the tissue red. Then, beads of


    blood began to seep from his ears, the corners of his mouth, and his eyes.