Chapter 8

And through my meddling, that client quickly shifted his attention to the company in my name.

I immediately explained the benefits to him and quickly signed an agreement with him.

That client was already in a hurry and hesitated for a long time between Charles Torres and myself.

I was eventually chosen because I was more decisive.

This is the result I want. If I wait for Charles Torres to react, I'm afraid that with my current strength, I can't fight their family.

Only the accident came at this very moment.

Perhaps it was the multi-day streak that made me feel the stomach ache again this night.

But this time it was also different from the past, and I took several pills in a row, but there was no relief.

A moment of cold sweat.

It was hard to stay up until dawn, and I immediately handed over all the work in hand to my secretary to take care of.

He himself drove quickly to the hospital.

And the results of the test knocked me into the abyss once again.

Looking at the word stomach cancer written in black and white, my heart, which had been strong for so many days, finally broke again.

Disheveled, he leaned against the wall of the hospital corridor.

Why do all the misfortunes come to me.

Kidnapped by a lover's design, cheated on, abandoned by her father and used as a tool for profit.

It's hard to escape one hell only to be greeted with new bad news.

I touched the tears seeping from the corners of my eyes and took a deep breath.

It's time to pull myself together even if I'm unfortunate. I don't want to become disheveled.

And with a just-signed project that still needed to be run, I grabbed a bag of meds and got ready to head to the underground garage to drive back to the office.

But I didn't expect to see someone unexpected here.

It's Charles Torres.

When he saw me, his originally sulky expression froze and he froze in place, not knowing what to do.

I turned my head, looking at the glass next to the hallway, and realized that I was in really bad shape, and my face looked incredibly haggard.

It's just a shame that this sorry state of affairs was seen by Charles Torres.

I smiled to myself, intending to bypass him and just leave.

But he reached out and grabbed his wrist heavily.

Just a worried look on his face, he said:

"What's wrong with you and why did you come to the hospital?"

Without waiting for me to answer, he snatched the diagnosis out of my hand.

I've been running the company these days, where can I match his strength.

The diagnosis was jerked right out of his hand.

Charles Torres scanned a few quick glances and his eyes turned red.

He pursued:

"When did this happen ... Why didn't you ever tell me."

"I was going to ask you about your company's project, if it wasn't for that, would I never have been able to find out about it in my life?"

"That's the reason for the withdrawal, isn't it Patricia Nelson, how long are you going to lie to me."

I snorted a laugh.

I can't believe I didn't realize this guy had so much drama inside him before.

So I coldly shrugged off his hand, and with the kind of look that one would give to someone completely unrelated, I said:

"Mr. Torres, I think I've made it clear enough before that I'm withdrawing from you."

"In that case, what happens to me should have nothing to do with you, right?"

With that, I turned away from any more of his shouts and headed straight for the underground parking garage.

If stomach cancer is really going to shorten my life, then I'm going to use the time I have left to accomplish a better version of myself.

Instead of getting tangled up with this scum.