Chapter 332 How Could Sarah Possibly Get Sick
Sarah still went for her check-up at Montague Hospital, with Olivia tagging along.
The results came in that afternoon.
The doctor was floored. Sarah had advanced liver cancer. How had she managed to bear the brutal pain that came with the later stages of this disease?
The doctor was visibly shaken, adjusting his glasses and swallowing hard.
Sarah, though, stayed calm.
It was Olivia who lost it, asking, "Doctor, is something wrong with Mrs. Windsor? I've been saying she's lost a ton of weight, keeps coughing, and is always popping painkillers."
The doctor, holding the report, softly said, "Where's Mr. Windsor? I'd like to speak with him."
Olivia had a bad feeling and asked again, but the doctor insisted on waiting for a family member.
Olivia immediately pulled out her phone and called Oliver, repeatedly urging, "Pick up! Pick up the phone!"
Oliver answered, but he was with Ellie for her treatment and sounded impatient.
"If it's something important, wait until I get back," Oliver told Olivia, then hung up.
Olivia was so anxious she started crying.
Sarah walked to the window, looked outside, and spoke softly, "I was diagnosed with liver cancer months ago in Vesper City. I haven't gone for treatment, nor do I want to. Doctor, how much time do I have left? Don't sugarcoat it; I'm ready for the truth."
She paused and continued, "I'm just worried about Jacob."
Olivia was stunned for a moment, then burst into tears, "Mrs. Windsor, how could you keep this from Mr. Windsor and me? We could have tried to find a treatment, there might have been hope!"
Sarah gave a faint smile. Telling Oliver wouldn't matter; his feelings for her were fleeting anyway.
Jacob was almost killed, yet he stayed with the perpetrator.
Sarah quietly pleaded with the doctor, "Don't tell anyone! I've decided to forgo treatment and leave this world with dignity. I want to die without hearing anyone's remorse or insincere words."
The doctor looked solemn, deeply moved.
Later, when Grace asked, Sarah said everything was fine.
After Jacob was discharged, Sarah took him back to the villa.
A week passed, and Oliver hadn't returned.
Half a month went by, then a full month, and he still hadn't come back.
During this time, Oliver didn't call once or check in on Jacob. Olivia tried calling him a few times, but he wouldn't pick up, thinking Olivia was being unreasonable.
Olivia felt heartbroken for Sarah, crying day and night until her eyes were almost dry.
Sarah always comforted her.
On this summer evening, Sarah lay on a lounge chair in the courtyard, covered with a thin wool blanket for warmth.
She looked at the withering flowers and spoke softly, "Everyone has to die eventually, whether sooner or later. Olivia, besides Jacob, I have nothing to hold onto. Don't forget the bank card I gave you. Save it for Jacob so he can go to school, get married, and have children. Living in Grace's place, he can't always spend their money. Olivia, please don't forget to tell me about Jacob's achievements and when he gets married and has kids! Just place a tulip on my grave, and I'll know that Jacob is doing well."
Olivia cried out, "Mrs. Windsor, stop saying that! You'll get better."
Olivia wanted to find Oliver.
Sarah gently held her back, closed her eyes, and said, "I'm tired. I don't want to see him! Olivia, don't look for him, I don't want to see him!"
Finally, she used up all her strength and coughed up blood.
Olivia knelt at Sarah's feet, crying out, "Mrs. Windsor! Mrs. Windsor!"
She frantically called Oliver, but he didn't answer. Without thinking, she remembered Henry's number and dialed it.
Through her tears, Olivia pleaded, "Mr. Montague, please, save Mrs. Windsor! She's really suffering! Mr. Montague, I'm begging you, please!"
Half an hour later, Henry showed up in person.
He carried Sarah to the ambulance.
With his medical training, Henry performed some basic first aid until Sarah's condition stabilized. He then called the records department at Montague Hospital, asking, "Can you check Sarah Windsor's medical records for me?"
Two minutes later, the person on the other end, shocked, said, "Mr. Montague, Mrs. Windsor has advanced liver cancer."
Henry's phone slipped from his hand.
After a moment, he pulled himself together and called Celeste, speaking softly, "Find out where Dylan is, no matter where he is, even if it's at the ends of the earth, bring him back. If there's time, he can donate to Sarah; if not, at least let them see each other one last time."
Celeste was shocked, guessing that Sarah had a terminal illness.
Henry took Sarah to Montague Hospital.
Grace arrived first, running alongside the gurney and asking Olivia, "Have you reached Oliver?"
Olivia, wiping her tears, said, "Mr. Windsor's phone is off!"
Grace didn't ask further. She gently touched Sarah's face, which was pale and lifeless, like she had no life left in her.
She remembered not long ago, they were having coffee together.
Sarah had asked her to let Jacob become her and Henry's son, to change his last name to Montague. At the time, she thought Sarah was being too pessimistic, but now she realized Sarah had a terminal illness.
At this moment, Sarah slowly opened her eyes.
Grace, with tears in her eyes, trembled as she spoke, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? If you had told me, Henry would have found a way. We would have found a way. If you wanted freedom, I would have found a way! Sarah, promise me, hold on, don't give up. There's always hope if you don't give up."
Sarah couldn't speak. She gave Grace a faint smile, her lips moving slightly, saying in her heart, "I owe you, and I can never repay it in this lifetime."
Two hours later, Oliver returned to the villa.
He parked the car in the courtyard but didn't get out immediately. He sat in the car and smoked a cigarette.
He was thinking about how to explain to Sarah where he had been for the past month. He wanted to tell her he had sent Ellie abroad and that she wouldn't disturb their lives anymore.
They, along with Jacob, would be happy.
He wanted to tell her he had let go of his hatred and wanted to start over with her.
On the passenger seat was a beautifully wrapped box, a gift for Sarah—a beautiful dress. Women loved pretty things, and he thought Sarah would be happy when she opened it.
Oliver opened the car door and got out.
The villa was eerily quiet, with occasional noises from upstairs.
A servant saw him and immediately approached, "Mr. Windsor, you're finally back!"
Oliver, holding the box, looked upstairs and smiled faintly, "Is Mrs. Windsor with Jacob upstairs?"
The servant stammered before finally blurting out, "Mrs. Windsor is sick! They say it's advanced liver cancer, and she might not make it."
The beautiful box fell from Oliver's hand.
He shouted angrily, "What nonsense! How could Sarah be sick?"
But the next moment, his gaze froze.
He saw a pure white blanket on the chair where Sarah usually lay, stained with blood—Sarah's blood.
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