RedNovelChapter 257
He still hadn't managed to explain things to Jessica.
"Timothy..."
Sheila, still unconscious, murmured Timothy's nin a dreamlike whisper.
Kane immediately turned his head and saw that Timothy had already turned away.
"Timothy, are you leaving?"
"Timothy... Timothy... | won't let anything happen to you... Timothy..."
Sheila's brows were tightly furrowed, her lips moving restlessly as she called out his nover and over.
Kane assumed Sheila 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.
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Timothy sat down, his brow furrowed with worry.
After a while, Sheila seemed to settle, her restless muttering fading into quiet.
Timothy's eyes-dark and unreadable-rested on Sheila's sleeping face, his expression complicated, 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 Sheila's bedside.
When Sheila opened her eyes, Timothy was the first thing she saw.
Even asleep, his features were striking-handsand 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 jewelry comes in.
If Timothy bought jewelry, it was always for one of two people.
Either Jessica, or her.
Sheila quietly slid the box out and tucked it beneath her pillow.
By the tJessica woke, daylight was streaming through her hospital room.
Her primary doetor cby 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. | strongly recommend you stay in the hospital and rest.
Otherwise, | can't guarantee you'll make it through the next six months."
Jessica picked up her phone and typed a message: | understand. | won't let myself get upset again.
The doctor sighed, trying his best to
reason with her. "Your illness isn't
easy to treat. | know you're still
young and it's hard to accept, 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 becpossible."
But a transplant would require a matching donor.
The doctor had explained all this when she was first diagnosed.
There were far too many people waiting for organ transplants 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.
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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 Sheila.
He never mentioned the necklace.
It seemed the necklace wasn't meant for her after all...
The moment Timothy left the hospital room, Sheila immediately pulled out the
jewelry box from under her pillow.
Her expression changed instantly.
She recognized this necklace-it had been kept at Moonstrand Villas. It was Timothy's mother's keepsake.
She'd never dared touch it before.
When
his gapenfound the necklace in tell Timothy he'd simply decided
she'd already
the room, nothing more.
itin
But now, seeing how important it was, she threw off her blanket, clutching the
necklace, and hurried after Timothy to return it.
But as soon as she opened the door, she found Jessica standing there.
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