Chapter 210 I'm Willing to Help You with the Matching
Margaret's fingers were clenched around the edge of her coat, crumpling its hem as she sat there.
The doctor looked at her with concern and said, "Ms. Hughes, you can't keep being so careless about your health! I've told you over and over, your condition is serious. Cancer patients shouldn't get pregnant; it only makes things worse."
"You were pregnant before and kept delaying the abortion. After the miscarriage, your body got even weaker, and now you're pregnant again. Why didn't you talk to me before trying to conceive? Do you even realize the risks?" The doctor finished, took a sip of water, and looked at her.
Margaret didn't blame him for his harsh tone; she knew he was right. "Doctor, please don't try to convince me to have an abortion again. Just let things happen as they will," Margaret said softly after a moment.
The doctor sighed in frustration, put his cup down, and looked at her. "Ms. Hughes, even if you wanted an abortion now, you couldn't!"
Margaret bit her lip and looked at him. He continued, "Your body is too weak for any surgery. You can't do anything about this pregnancy now. This is the result of your recklessness."
He added, "I just don't get it. Even if you want a divorce and don't want to be with your husband, why get pregnant? Do you really want to have his child? Even if you're divorced, there's no need to risk your life."
Margaret suddenly felt the air in the office become hot and suffocating. Her condition was worse than she thought. The cancer had spread throughout her body. How much longer did she have? She wanted to ask but was too scared of the answer.
After some hesitation, she knew she had to ask. Marlon hadn't woken up yet, and she couldn't fall apart now. She still wanted to see Marlon wake up and make sure her family was safe. Only then could she accept her fate and leave this world peacefully.
"How much longer do I have?" Margaret asked.
The doctor's hand froze mid-prescription. He didn't answer her. Margaret probably didn't have much time left. Otherwise, he wouldn't have reacted that way.
"Can I make it to the New Year?" Margaret's question made the doctor's brow furrow even more. He looked at her with a complex, sympathetic gaze.
"Doctor, I have a good attitude. Please tell me the truth. I want to hear it. I want to say a proper goodbye to this world," Margaret said, biting her lip and forcing a bitter smile.
The doctor's gaze turned compassionate. He had seen many cancer patients lose control and fear death when they learned they didn't have much time left. But Margaret was the only patient he had seen who faced death so calmly.
The doctor told her that the current painkillers were no longer effective and that she needed stronger imported medication. He continued, "Take this pain medication, Two bottles a day, and avoid sexual activity. Come to me anytime if you have any problems."
Margaret listened quietly, then went to get her medication. The painkillers filled an entire plastic bag. Margaret tore off the labels, put them in her handbag, and left the hospital without a word.
At some point, it started to rain. The wind was blowing hard, feeling like knives cutting into her face. Margaret didn't have an umbrella, and the fine rain soaked her face, hair, and clothes. She didn't take a cab; she chose to walk home.
A lonely sparrow stood on a utility pole, getting battered by the wind and rain. Margaret sneered. She and the sparrow were so alike, both motionless and powerless, waiting for fate to descend. She sighed.
Margaret recalled the doctor's words, "Ms. Hughes, with your current condition, you could die at any moment. Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"
Margaret thought about it. She had many unfulfilled wishes: being with Raymond forever as a loving couple, having a cute child—a boy like Raymond or a girl like her, seeing Marlon wake up and knowing he was safe, and taking care of her aging parents.
Margaret had once promised Raymond that they would find time to travel the world. She had already visited most of the world because she loved traveling. But she still wanted to go with her beloved Raymond.
She still fantasized about softening Raymond's heart, making him let go of his hatred and be kinder to The Hughes Family.
She hadn't had time to achieve any of it. Her life was ending. Margaret would disappear any moment, not making it to the New Year.
When the harsh reality finally set in, it still made Margaret feel suffocated and sad. She was far from as calm and strong-minded as she had imagined. She would still feel sorrow and heartache.
Seeing her silent for a long time, the doctor sighed and said, "Eat whatever you want, do whatever you want. Don't leave any regrets. Nothing else matters."
Margaret thought to herself, 'Nothing else matters. Does it really not matter?'
Margaret walked in the cold wind and rain. Her feet in snow boots were numb from the cold. It was as if her feet and legs were no longer hers.
"Margaret." Accompanied by the sound of a car horn, a man's deep and pleasant voice suddenly sounded.
Margaret turned around and saw Daniel's head sticking out of a car window. She was a bit surprised to see him there.
Daniel asked her to get in the car because the rain was getting heavier, and it was rush hour, making it hard to get a cab.
She initially declined, but Daniel parked the car by the roadside and waited for her. She had no choice but to get in. The driver considerately turned on the heater.
Margaret sat in the back seat for a while before she regained feeling in her body. Her body felt like it had been frozen and was just starting to thaw.
The temperature in the car was just right. Margaret hugged herself with her arms to feel warmer. Daniel asked the driver to turn up the heat. The partition slowly rose, giving Daniel and Margaret some privacy to talk.
"I told Raymond about your cancer," Daniel said, breaking the silence.
Margaret then realized why Raymond had suddenly wanted to take her to the hospital. She fell silent.
"Ms. Hughes, life is precious and should be cherished. If you don't mind, I can help you with a liver match. Maybe my liver will be a match for yours," Daniel suggested.
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