Chapter 565 Cherish Every Remaining Day
Night fell gently, moonlight casting a silvery veil across the ground, transforming the evening landscape into something ethereal and mysterious. The streetlights glowed with warm amber light, their radiance mingling with starlight like whispered tales of the night.
When Yvette and Albert returned home, they found BoBo and CiCi still awake. The children had already bathed and were lounging on the sofa, chatting leisurely in their pajamas.
"Mommy! Daddy! You're finally home!" both children exclaimed, their faces lighting up with excitement.
Yvette raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Sweethearts, why aren't you asleep yet?"
CiCi pouted, rubbing her tired eyes. "BoBo took a long nap this afternoon, so now he's wide awake."
Watching CiCi struggle to keep her eyes open while still trying to keep BoBo company, Yvette felt a mixture of tenderness and amusement. "CiCi, are you tired, sweetheart?"
"Of course I'm tired!" CiCi let out an enormous yawn. "I didn't nap this afternoon like BoBo did."
Albert gently ruffled CiCi's hair. "Then why don't you go to bed? We can stay up and chat with BoBo."
"BoBo's finally this happy and excited," CiCi mumbled, fighting sleep. "I don't want to spoil his fun."
Yvette's heart melted, realizing that CiCi had been staying up purely to avoid dampening her brother's enthusiasm.
"How about I have the nanny take you upstairs, and we'll keep BoBo company?" Albert suggested gently.
CiCi rubbed her eyes stubbornly. "No, I can stay up too!"
BoBo felt a pang of guilt hearing his sister's words, but his excitement was too overwhelming to contain. He scratched his head sheepishly before launching back into his animated storytelling.
"Actually, today I saw the most incredible..." BoBo's enthusiasm bubbled over as he recounted every detail of the car show, his hands gesturing wildly as if he were still surrounded by those magnificent vehicles. He described the sleek sports cars, their aerodynamic curves, the thunderous roar of engines—his knowledge impressive for someone so young, leaving even Yvette amazed.
Despite her drowsiness, CiCi played the perfect audience, asking thoughtful questions and encouraging BoBo's passionate explanations. Their conversation sparkled with childlike wonder and innocent joy, filling the living room with warmth and laughter.
The soft lamplight bathed the children in a golden glow, their shadows dancing gently on the sofa. Time seemed suspended in this perfect moment, with only their voices and laughter floating through the air like music.
Yvette watched her children, her heart swelling with overwhelming love and tenderness. But the memory of her earlier symptoms cast a shadow over her joy, and she exhaled slowly, the weight of reality settling on her shoulders.
The onset of symptoms meant that Doyle's treatment was beginning to fail. Her condition would only deteriorate from here.
Yvette clutched her medical records as she entered the familiar, imposing hospital building. Her steps felt heavier than usual, the folder crumpled slightly in her tense grip.
Though anxiety flickered in her eyes, determination burned brighter—she had come here with purpose.
She navigated through the waiting area and into the consultation room, settling into the chair across from Benjamin. "Mr. Moretti, it's me."
Benjamin looked up, his expression shifting to one of concerned recognition. "Yvette?"
The significance of their meeting location wasn't lost on him—moving from his office to the medical consultation room could only mean one thing. Yvette's condition was worsening.
"Mr. Moretti, my body is starting to rebel against me," Yvette said quietly, her voice steady despite the tremor of fear beneath. "I know this might be a long shot, but I'm hoping you can help me with treatment."
Benjamin's brow furrowed with concern. "Are you experiencing the same symptoms as before?"
"Yes, though I managed to take medication in time to prevent fainting or coughing up blood."
"Show me what you've been taking," Benjamin requested, his tone professional but gentle.
Yvette nodded, retrieving two sets of medication from her bag. "These are from my husband's friend," she explained, placing one set on the desk, "and these are the original medications I was prescribed years ago."
Benjamin examined the medications briefly, his expression growing increasingly alarmed. "You've been taking these steroid medications before?"
"Yes, just trying to stay alive," Yvette replied with quiet resignation.
"But these dosages are completely wrong," Benjamin said, his voice tight with concern. "Taking this much would cause severe damage to your system."
Yvette's eyes dimmed, but she remained silent. She couldn't tell him that she had been Clifford's unwilling test subject, locked in a basement and forced to trial experimental drugs.
Benjamin sighed heavily. "Normally I'd run a full battery of tests, but our equipment isn't significantly more advanced than what you've already used. The results would likely be similar, so let's not waste your time."
"Then please, just prescribe something for me," Yvette's voice cracked slightly. "I have a husband, children—I want to be with them as long as possible."
The thought of Albert, BoBo, and CiCi brought tears to her eyes, and despite her efforts to maintain composure, Benjamin caught the emotion flickering across her face.
He looked at her with deep sympathy. "I can prescribe something stronger than what you're currently taking, but I promise not to put you on dangerously high steroid doses."
"Thank you, Mr. Moretti," Yvette whispered gratefully.
As Benjamin's fingers moved across the keyboard and the printer hummed to life, Yvette pressed her lips together, her eyes reflecting a mixture of hope and resignation.
"What I'm prescribing will only suppress your symptoms," Benjamin explained carefully. "It should make you feel somewhat better than you do now."
"I understand."
Benjamin's expression grew more serious. "But Yvette, if—and I mean if—we can't find that miracle cure, please don't torture yourself with endless worry. Instead of dwelling on what might happen, try to embrace the life you have now."
Yvette's throat tightened. "With these medications, can I live normally?"
"These should control your symptoms effectively," Benjamin explained. "As long as we keep them managed, you should be able to live like anyone else, but..." He paused, choosing his words carefully.
"There will be side effects, won't there?" Yvette met his gaze directly.
"Yes. These medications only mask the symptoms, so there's a possibility that your condition could take a sudden turn for the worse."
A sudden turn for the worse. As a doctor herself, Yvette understood exactly what those words meant.
Her heart felt as though it were sinking into an abyss, weighed down by the crushing reality of her situation. If her time was truly limited, shouldn't she make every moment count?
Yvette's hands clenched into fists. "I understand. Thank you, Mr. Moretti."
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