Chapter 343 Live a Long Life
Juliet couldn't believe Mike had actually said that!
Luann had no idea she was allergic to oranges, but Mike did!
Juliet still remembered when she was eight and accidentally drank orange juice a friend bought. She ended up in hospital!
If it hadn't been for the quick rescue, she might have died!
Since then, she never dared to touch anything related to oranges.
Seeing Juliet frozen, Mike, afraid of angering Luann, urged her softly, "Juliet, you should really try it. This orange juice is pretty good."
"Hurry up!"
Mike kept winking at Juliet.
After all, she was his daughter, so he naturally felt a bit reluctant.
But it was just a glass of orange juice; it wouldn't kill Juliet.
At most, it would just make her uncomfortable.
A moment of discomfort could bring in billions of dollars.
It wasa good deal!
So, although Mike felt bad, as long as he thought about the money, he had to push through!
Juliet knew exactly what Mike was thinking. She took a deep breath, her eyes welling up with tears.
Then, she suddenly gulped it down.
The disgusting taste exploded in her mouth.
As Juliet drank, she started to gag.
After Juilet finished the glass of orange juice, her face turned pale.
Luann watched her expressionlessly.
Juliet forced herself to explain, "Too sour."
Then Juliet couldn't help but run to the kitchen to throw up.
Her stomach felt like it was being turned inside out, bringing sharp pain.
All the orange juice she had just drunk came back up.
It was a mess.
Juliet turned on the water, rinsing her mouth and washing her face repeatedly.
But soon, her lips started to feel numb and itchy.
Mike looked at Luann, but his eyes kept darting towards the kitchen.
"So, what else would you like to drink? I can go buy it for you!"
"No need. Let’s get to business." Luann propped her chin with her hand. "You said you have a serious illness, but you seem quite spirited. Which doctor diagnosed you? Do you mind calling him over so I can ask him a few questions?"
Mike had anticipated this and was well-prepared.
"Of course, I'll call him right now."
"Alright."
Luann watched him make the call and suddenly asked, "Where's Juliet? Why hasn't she come out of the kitchen?"
Mike had guessed something. "I'll go check on her."
"Let's go together."
Juliet heard the commotion and turned her back to them in panic. Her back was tense.
Juliet kept scratching her arms, her skin already covered in red spots, with scratch marks turning into bloody streaks.
"Juliet, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Juliet's voice was muffled. She was severely allergic to oranges. Although she had thrown it up in time, symptoms had quickly appeared.
Mike gave Luann an awkward smile and quickly walked towards Juliet.
He noticed that Juliet's lips were also swollen.
"Should I call a doctor?" Mike asked.
Luann, confused, inquired, "What's wrong with her?"
Mike reluctantly replied, "Allergic reaction."
Luann gasped, covering her mouth. "Oh my God, that was so careless! Juliet, if you're allergic, you should have told me earlier. If I had known, I wouldn't have made you drink it!"
Juliet's mouth twitched.
For some reason, she felt Luann's words had a hint of schadenfreude.
Mike quickly said, "Alright, the doctor treating me will be here soon. I'll have him bring you some allergy medicine from the pharmacy!"
Juliet stayed silent.
The three of them returned to the living room.
No one spoke.
Juliet was full of resentment. To her, Mike was even more detestable than Luann now!
And Mike was pretending to be kind.
Knowing she was allergic, but he still sided with Luann.
If only Mike had been a bit firmer, Luann wouldn't have gotten her way.
Juliet gave a self-mocking smile.
She should have known better.
Back then, Mike could sell her to the Curtis family for five million.
Let alone now, for a hundred million.
Soon, a doctor in a white coat arrived.
He looked quite simple, probably in his fifties.
"Mr. Weaver."
Mike nodded and introduced him to Luann, "This is an expert from the central hospital."
The doctor showed his credentials to Luann.
Luann didn't even glance at them and asked indifferently, "Is it true that my dad has a terminal illness and doesn't have long to live?"
The doctor looked at Mike, sighed deeply, and nodded.
"Yes."
"This illness is very hard to treat, almost impossible to cure."
"I brought the test results. You can take a look."
The doctor placed a bag in front of Luann.
She briefly flipped through it. Inside were various test results.
Luann asked, "So your treatment plan is to give up treatment?"
The doctor was silent for a moment, then spoke gravely, "Treatment would be extremely painful for the patient and would also cost a lot of money."
"And as I just said, this illness cannot be cured. Only his life can be prolonged."
"So the final decision is up to the patient."
"Whether to undergo treatment or save the money to live out the remaining days."
The atmosphere instantly became heavy.
Juliet, having taken the allergy medicine and feeling a bit better, finally spoke.
"Luann, I think no matter what, we can't give up on the chance to live."
"If there's a choice, we should try."
"I've given all my money to Dad. Unfortunately, I haven't achieved much yet and I don't have much in savings."
Anyone with good ears could understand the implication of her words.
As a daughter, Juliet had given all her savings. So Luann should do something too.
The doctor cleared his throat. "You can discuss it among yourselves. I have some matters at the hospital, so I'll be leaving now."
After the doctor left, Mike let out a long sigh.
He sat there quietly, his head hanging low.
He looked like he had aged ten years.
As if he was lamenting why such a painful thing had happened to him.
"So, Dad, what do you think?" Luann asked, tilting her head.
Mike said in a low voice, "I don't really want to undergo treatment. Every time I go to the hospital and see those suffering patients, I think it's better to spend my remaining time doing what I want rather than wasting it in the hospital."
Juliet, with tears in her eyes, grabbed his hand.
"Dad, don't say that. You'll live a long life."
