Chapter 183
When I got home, it was already 9 p.m. I lay in bed playing on my phone while Katniss was soothing Olivia to sleep beside me. Since Olivia was born, she has been sticking to Katniss and me all day. Even though Nathan moved out and the adjacent bedroom became empty, the little one still refused to sleep in the adjacent room. Kids, they are timid, it's normal. Plus, Katniss spoils her, so she doesn't feel comfortable letting Olivia sleep alone. Olivia likes to roll over in her sleep, and it's not safe for her to sleep alone.
With Olivia around, Katniss and I haven't been intimate for a few years, after all, there's an obstacle in our bed. Tonight, Olivia was exhausted and fell asleep quickly. It's been a long time since Katniss and I were intimate, so I thought I'd take the opportunity to satisfy my desires, it's been building up for a while. Maybe I can give Katniss an orgasm tonight. Also, Nathan hasn't been feeling well lately, and being intimate with Katniss might help release some tension.
Katniss gently placed the sleeping Olivia on the inner side of the bed and kissed her forehead. As Katniss carefully tucked Olivia in, wearing a nightgown, bending over with her backside up, I, lying behind her, saw Katniss's increasingly plump and charming figure. A fire ignited in my heart, and despite not being as impressive as Nathan, my normal penis couldn't help but get hard. I don't know if it's my imagination, but Katniss, who has been with Nathan, seems to have gained more allure, a hint of charm, and a subtle coquettishness.
"Honey, stop it, I have something to ask you." I reached out to grab Katniss's raised buttocks, but she stopped me and turned around to ask me something, her expression showing concern.
"What's wrong? Darling." Seeing Katniss like this, I was a bit puzzled, but I withdrew my hand.
"Tell me the truth, what's wrong with Dad? Why do you and Jennifer talk behind Dad's back?"
Katniss may have wanted to ask this question for a long time, but the topic of Dad might be too sensitive for her, so she kept it to herself. She might have been conflicted for a while before finally bringing it up.
"It's nothing, just a normal male elderly condition." Remembering Jennifer's advice, I decided to keep it a secret for now. Firstly, there's no confirmed diagnosis yet, so it's too early to jump to conclusions. Secondly, I'm afraid that if Katniss finds out and reveals it in front of Nathan, it could be problematic. Illness is a tricky thing; if someone has cancer and they don't know, there's still a chance of recovery. But if they know they have cancer, it could worsen the situation, leading to almost certain death.
"No, honey, I feel like it's not that simple. I wasn't going to ask, but Mom's mood seems to be getting more pessimistic, and you occasionally show negative emotions. I know you well, and if Nathan's condition isn't serious, you wouldn't be acting like this." Katniss said with certainty, being a meticulous woman, she could see through me, at least I could barely deceive her, but Jennifer might be a different story.
"There's no confirmed diagnosis yet. I can't tell you for sure, but Dad might have prostate cancer." No matter what, Katniss is part of the family, and she has noticed the clues. If I continue to hide it from her, she might think I don't trust her. It's better to tell her the truth.
Katniss looked at me with her mouth slightly open, kneeling on the bed, having settled Olivia and turned around. At that moment, Katniss seemed shocked, with an expression of disbelief and a hint of guilt in her eyes.
"Is what you said true? How certain are you?" After a long pause, Katniss asked again, perhaps due to the unexpected news, her initial words were trembling and stuttering, showing her deep concern and nervousness.
"We'll know the results tomorrow. Whatever it is, you must keep it a secret and not tell Dad." I sighed. It's normal for Katniss to care about Nathan, especially with such a serious illness. But seeing Katniss's expression, especially her nervousness and guilt, brought back a pang of sadness in me, a feeling that hadn't surfaced since Nathan and Katniss ended their relationship.
After saying that, I slowly lay down. Katniss sat on the bed, looking lost, and then lay down beside me like a puppet. She seemed soulless, and if she wasn't worried about upsetting me, she might have cried by now. Despite my initial intention to comfort her, she misunderstood my gesture and rejected me. Although I understood Katniss's reaction, the lingering sadness in my heart deepened.
Feeling rejected, I withdrew my hand and turned my back to Katniss, closing my eyes to sleep. In the past, we used to sleep embraced, facing each other. But now, me turning my back meant I was upset. Katniss had grown accustomed to interpreting my body language over the years.
In the past, whenever I turned my back, Katniss would immediately turn around and hug me from behind, whispering softly in my ear, asking what was wrong. But this time, I turned away for a long time, and Katniss made no move, as if she wasn't behind me at all, there was no sound from her.
I could only hear Katniss's uneven breathing. She didn't cry, which was probably the best I could hope for.
I couldn't sleep all night and didn't know when I finally drifted off. Since I had turned my back to Katniss last night, I didn't see her expression or any other signs. The next morning, before heading to the office, I quickly checked the surveillance footage on the computer. I saw Katniss lying on the bed behind me, looking lifeless, her head turned towards the window, lost in thought. Her eyes showed guilt and self-blame. Katniss had some medical knowledge from studying nursing as a hobby in college, so she knew the reasons behind Nathan's illness very well. The main cause of prostate disease is often excessive sexual activity, which was influenced by Katniss. Being responsible, Katniss must have felt extremely guilty at that moment.
Katniss lay on the bed almost motionless all night, staring straight out the window, hardly blinking. Eventually, tears started flowing from her eyes, dripping onto the pillow until they disappeared. Despite feeling a pang of sadness, I could understand her to some extent. I sighed and shut down the computer, then greeted the general manager and headed to the hospital.
Driving on the road, I felt nervous. I would know the results once I reached the hospital. To avoid unnecessary trouble, I didn't tell Katniss, it was better for her to find out later. I had agreed with Jennifer that once I arrived at the hospital, we would meet the attending physician together to inquire about the results.
After arriving at the hospital, I called Jennifer. Instead of going into the ward, I waited for her in the hospital lobby. Soon, I saw Jennifer walking towards me, and to my surprise, Katniss was with her. Katniss looked a bit tired due to not sleeping well last night, despite her makeup and disguise, I could still tell.
"Katniss arrived before you. She's part of our family, and I told her to keep it a secret too. Let's not hide it from her anymore." Seeing my stunned reaction, Jennifer reassured me. I glanced at Katniss, and after our eyes met, she shifted her gaze, showing a slow but noticeable hint of panic. She had been carefully concealing her past with Nathan, and today, without explaining to me, she had come to the hospital on her own, showing great determination. After all, Nathan's life was at stake.
"It's okay, Mom. I already told her yesterday. Let's go, Mom." I smiled at Jennifer and then led the way, Jennifer and Katniss following behind me. There was no conversation on the way, but the atmosphere was very tense.
We knocked on the door of the attending physician's office and saw the doctor looking at some CT scans on the projector, with various test reports spread out on the table. This doctor was an acquaintance, and having friends in the right places made things easier. As we entered the office, he nodded slightly at us and continued to focus on the slides, not saying a word.
I didn't know if he was looking at Nathan's scans, but seeing his expression, our hearts sank. The doctor seemed like a grim reaper, and we were all waiting for his judgment on Nathan's condition.
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