Chapter 1024 Kelvin Won't Suspect
If the treatment failed, the cancer would spread uncontrollably, and his death would come soon.
Kelvin stared at the file folder, unblinking.
After a long pause, he slowly opened it and pulled out a thick stack of test results.
Kelvin didn't have the patience to read through it all. He flipped straight to the last page to see the diagnosis.
He repeatedly checked it, clinging to a sliver of hope deep inside.
But reality hit him hard.
After staring at the results for a couple of seconds, Kelvin suddenly tore up the diagnosis report.
"Mr. Davis..." The doctor looked at him.
Kelvin's face was expressionless as he continued to fold and tear the report into pieces, then threw it heavily into the trash can.
He stood up and said only one word: "Confidential."
"To everyone?" the doctor asked.
"Yes. If it leaks..." Kelvin's eyes were full of threat.
He was the backbone of the Davis Group, and the news of his lung cancer would cause panic within the company.
That was secondary; Kelvin could handle it.
But... what about Penelope? What about Sam and Lucy?
What should he do?
How would they accept this harsh reality?
The doctor shrank back and said nothing more.
Kelvin turned and walked out, his hands hanging by his sides; if someone looked carefully, they could see his fingers trembling slightly.
His tall figure was unsteady, swaying slightly as he walked. When he reached the door, he even had to steady himself on the door frame.
The doctor sat there, watching Kelvin leave, his footsteps growing fainter until they disappeared.
Kelvin... was gone!
But the doctor remained sitting there, rigid and silent, his whole body tense.
Time passed quietly.
A few minutes later, a person emerged from under the doctor's desk.
That person was holding... a gun!
While the doctor and Kelvin were talking, this person had been hiding under the desk, pressing the cold barrel of the gun against the doctor.
If the doctor didn't follow instructions, his life would be forfeit!
"I've done everything you asked," the doctor said, his forehead covered in sweat, his back soaked. "I've done everything. Can you... Can you let me go now?"
"You did well."
The doctor looked at the masked and sunglasses-wearing person in front of him, who was completely covered up. "Who... who are you?"
"Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that you did what I asked. If you do a good job, you get rewarded."
With a sound, a large sum of money was thrown onto the desk.
"Take it."
The doctor waved his hand. "I... I don't... need it..."
He was afraid he wouldn't live to spend it!
Kelvin's status in LA was well known to the doctor.
But with his life on the line, he had been forced to lie!
If Kelvin found out the diagnosis was fake and he didn't have lung cancer... the doctor would be dead!
"What are you afraid of?" the man in sunglasses sneered. "Kelvin won't suspect a thing."
"Really?"
"Do you believe he won't come back to the hospital, won't take any medication, and will act like nothing happened?" the man in sunglasses said. "Since he won't check his body again and won't care about living, how would he find out he doesn't have cancer?"
The doctor was stunned.
Kelvin wouldn't come back for treatment?
Why?
Logically, Kelvin should fly abroad for further tests and treatment, find experts to develop the best treatment plan, and fight the disease to extend his life.
If Kelvin found out he didn't have lung cancer...
The doctor was still thinking when the man in sunglasses spoke again: "Even if Kelvin finds something wrong and comes to you, just blame it on the foreign doctors. Say they made a mistake, and it has nothing to do with you. You're just the messenger."
"Anyway, this deal won't cost you. You get to keep your life and the money."
The man in sunglasses laughed smugly and swaggered out of the doctor's office.
At the hospital entrance.
Kelvin reached out to open the car door, but found it wouldn't open.
What was going on?
Was the car broken?
He tried several times, pressing the key to unlock it, but the door remained firmly shut.
At that moment, the car window slowly rolled down, and the owner looked at him in terror.
"What... what do you want?"
Kelvin was stunned for a while before realizing he had the wrong car.
"Sorry," he said, pressing his lips together.
See, on the surface, he seemed perfectly normal, showing no emotional fluctuations. But in reality?
He couldn't even find his own car.
Kelvin turned and walked back to his car, got in, and closed the door.
The noise outside was instantly cut off... leaving only silence.
He leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes.
He couldn't describe his feelings—despair? Sadness? Loneliness?
This diagnosis... it felt sudden, even though he had been mentally preparing for it, holding onto a bit of hope.
But no matter how prepared one is, facing a terminal illness is always a shock!
"The more you fear something, the more it happens," Kelvin muttered to himself. "The thing I feared most has come."
What he feared wasn't what he would do.
What he feared was... what Penelope would do.
From now on, with so many years ahead, he couldn't be by her side, couldn't watch the sunrise and sunset with her, couldn't have breakfast and dinner together...
So many things he couldn't do with her.
Kelvin couldn't bear to leave Penelope.
She was the woman he loved most, the wife he cherished with all his tenderness, his beloved.
His beloved... his lifelong beloved.
But now, Kelvin wondered, should he seek treatment?
Rely on medication to prolong his life, making Penelope watch him wither away, becoming gaunt and exhausted, tormented by cancer?
That wasn't the Kelvin he wanted to be.
He wouldn't allow Penelope to see him like that!
Because even he couldn't accept that version of himself!
Not seeking treatment?
Then his time... would be very limited.
His throat itched again, and Kelvin coughed violently, his chest heaving, the coughing getting worse.
He instinctively reached for his medication, but suddenly stopped mid-air.
What was the point of taking it?
He would still cough; the disease would still be there.
After coughing for a while, Kelvin finally stopped.
He took a sip of water and threw all the medicine bottles hidden at the bottom into the trash can!
Then, the car sped away.
In a car across the street, Brandon watched everything unfold.
The detective asked, "Mr. Walker, what do you plan to do next?"
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