Drowning Him In Regret

95 Three Years

Maybe no one expected me to be this firm, even Ewan looked a bit surprised.

Vivian, on the other hand, looked pleased. I talked back to Ewan, and he became fed up with me. This was exactly what she wanted.

Before Ewan could blow up, I quickly explained, "A college classmate invited me to dinner. Her cousin just returned from abroad."

I continued, "Last time I got caught cheating by Bethany, that drunk guy called me

a ‘Baldie' and tried to rip off my wig. Her cousin helped me out. What else do you want to ask?"

I added, "Should we summon Bethany's ghost to find out who ordered her to frame me and ruin my name?"

Ewan wasn't that impulsive. Looking at Vivian sitting next to him, I had my suspicions.

Sure enough, his face darkened. Even his gaze toward her grew less friendly.

"Jude, listen to what Ada is saying. How could she talk to me like that!" Vivian looked scared and tried to get closer to Jude, but he pulled away.

Instead, Jude got up and came to stand beside me, taking my hand.

He said, "Grandpa, if it's just a misunderstanding, we'll head back now."

He didn't hesitate. Just pulled me out with him.

Jude didn't say a word the whole way back, but his tightly pressed lips made it obvious. He had something on his mind. He wouldn't bring it up, and I didn't bother to explain.

Whether he believed me or not. I didn't care.

But in the end, he cou

hold it in. "I thought you were meeting Perla?"

I replied, "Her cousin just got back here. We had dinner together. Perla had to leave early."noveldrama

That explanation clearly caught him off guard. After a pause, he muttered, "That cousin of hers doesn't seem like a good guy. He knocked someone down with one punch."

I stared at him, speechless. Did he forget that he used to knock guys out with one punch back in college?

I sighed. “He's a doctor. That guy had liver issues. He didn't even hit him that hard."

Then I realized there was no point in explaining, so I shut up. But Jude clearly didn't believe me. He kept probing.

By the time we got home, I finally snapped. "Jude! He's a doctor. I'm dying. He's helping me with treatment. Does that satisfy you?"

He froze for a second, then looked irritated. "Ada, why are you always like this? Is cursing yourself supposed to be funny?"

He added, "Even if you're upset, you don't need to say things like that. Haven't you heard of a self-fulfilling prophecy?"

I closed my eyes. I didn't want to keep arguing. I went straight to the guest room.

I'd reminded him many times. He'd had many chances to find out about my condition, but he didn't.

He had time to track down the wedding ring I pawned. It was time to find out which hospital I'd gone to, but he never bothered to check what department I visited.

If he didn't care, then I was done.

When Jude knocked on my door, I was already fed up.

I said, "Don't bother. I'm really tired. I'm taking a few days off from work."

He stood outside the door for a bit, then finally muttered, "Okay."

The next morning, after Jude left for work, I went straight to the private hospital where Edmond worked.

His family came from a long line of doctors, and they ran several private hospitals in the country.

Yesterday I told him I wanted discreet treatment. He'd already arranged everything.

After reviewing my medical records, Edmond's expression finally shifted.

"You're lucky and unlucky," he said. "Second-time Successfully unlocked! ple make it through surgery again. But also, few people relapse twice to begin with." He continued, "The cancer cells can be destroyed, but the treatment damages your body too. But the new drug I was researching in Kasenland could help patients like you. Do you want to try it?"

I nodded immediately. Even a sliver of hope, I wouldn't let it go.

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Chapter 95 Three Years

I thought of what Perla had said earlier, and carefully asked, "She said you were developing a new drug."

He replied, "That one's for third-time relapses. Still in clinical trials."

I was speechless. Hope and despair really come hand-in-hand.

My eyes fell to my flat stomach. I hesitated and asked, "Will I relapse again?"

He said, "Not necessarily. Let's try controlling it with medication for now."

Lasked again, "Will I still be able to have children?"

Edmond adjusted his glasses. "Yes. But I can't guarantee the child won't be affected."

His blunt delivery was infuriating, but I didn't dare argue with him.

He said, "If your body recovers well, you might be able to conceive in three years."

"Would the child inherit cancer?" That was the question I feared most.

Edmond looked at my file again. "Your case is unique. There's no conclusive evidence proving cancer is hereditary, but a family history significantly increases risk, like in your case."

He didn't sugarcoat a single word.

Maybe because he knew I didn't have any family left, his bluntness didn't hurt as much. It just helped me prepare myself. Finally, Edmond prescribed medication and looked at me seriously.

He said, "If you're thinking about having children, take care of your body. Be careful with the meds. I'm doing gene research. I'll try my best to make sure your child doesn't suffer the same fate."

His words gave me a sliver of hope again, only for him to crush it right after.

He added, "But I said after three years, and only if there's no relapse. In your current condition, having a child is a death sentence. Don't even think about it."

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