“Phoebe, don’t scare me.”
I smelled the disinfectant from the hospital.
I heard a doctor tell Wesley, “She could have lived until spring next year, or maybe longer”
“But she said she’s out of money and stopped treatment.
“Now her condition is uncontrollable. There’s no point in continuing treatment,
Wesley asked, “So you’re saying my wife is dying?
Before the doctor could reply, he raised his voice, swearing, “I want my wife to live. If you can’t treat her, get lost, and find someone who can!
That day, Wesley nearly destroyed the ward
He brought numerous expert teams, saying no matter the cost, he wanted me to live.
But a terminal illness isn’t something money can cure.
Wesley was stubborn, refusing to listen. He wanted to discharge me, take me abroad for treatment.
He was wealthy and powerful, causing a scene in the hospital, and nobody dared stop him.
Until my best friend, Phoebe Johnson, showed up with my will.
I had notarized it long ago, giving her the right to decide everything for me.
I said if one day I’m bedridden, unable to move, eat, or drink, just let me go.
She knew I feared pain the most.
Phoebe slapped Wesley, pointing at him, “You had money, why didn’t you do something earlier? Acting all powerful now, Mr. Parker, it’s too late! She’s dying!”
“Don’t think you can take her anywhere. Where I am, she’ll be.”
Wesley stared at the will in Phoebe’s hand, stunned,
Aher a long time, I heard him, valce trembling. “Phoebe Jolinson, let me take her. I’m begging you.”
“Trust me,
she can survive, she can.
10:35 AM
*
Phoebe looked at him, coldly saying, “You’re the kind of man who can live well without anyone.
“Stop pretending to be sentimental, it disgusts everyone, including yourself.”
She pushed Wesley aside, sat by my bed, and held my hand.
As soon as she spoke, tears fell.
