Chapter 739 Live Each Day as It Comes
Pearl couldn't help but sigh to herself—just as she thought, there was definitely a special bond between generations.
As soon as Emily and Christopher were mentioned, RavenWing agreed without a second thought.
The last time Pearl visited the hospital room, she saw RavenWing slip a piece of paper under his pillow. It was probably a medical report.
While Oscar and RavenWing chatted about Emily, Pearl slowed her pace and walked behind RavenWing, reaching under the pillow.
Nothing. It seemed RavenWing had already taken care of it. He really intended to keep everyone in the dark.
Pearl thought she had to think of another way.
Suddenly, Emily's face scrunched up, and she started wailing loudly.
RavenWing, who had been holding her, was immediately flustered. "Am I holding her wrong?" he asked.
He then tried several different positions, but no matter how he held her, Emily kept crying, and her cries grew louder.
Oscar was the first to realize the problem. "She must be hungry."
"Where's the formula? Hurry, make some formula. We can't let her go hungry," RavenWing said, panicking.
At this, Oscar rummaged through the bag, only to remember that the last time they went out with Emily, she got hungry on the way, and he used up the formula. He had forgotten to restock it when they got home, so they had no formula with them now.
It would have taken a lot of time to go back and get it, so it was better to take Emily home directly.
"We didn't bring the formula. I'll take her home to feed her," Oscar said, picking up Emily and soothing her. "It's okay, baby. Daddy's taking you home for some milk."
"You should all go back. You've been here long enough today. No need to spend all your time on me," RavenWing urged them to leave.
The nurse would be coming soon to check on him and administer his medication. If they were all there, he was afraid the nurse might accidentally reveal something, and then he wouldn't be able to hide it anymore.
"Alright, we'll head back then," Pearl said without much fuss.
She took Christopher's hand, and Oscar carried Emily as they all walked out together.
The once lively hospital room quickly became quiet.
Halfway down the hall, Pearl stopped. "Oscar, you take Christopher and Emily home. I want to stay."
She had come all this way and was determined to find out about RavenWing's health. She didn't want to keep putting it off.
Many illnesses progressed to a point where they were untreatable because they were ignored for too long.
"Okay, Christopher will come with me," Oscar said, now adept at carrying a baby with one arm.
He held Emily in one arm and took Christopher's hand with the other, quickly heading out.
As he walked, he reassured Emily, "We'll be home soon, and I'll make you some formula. Daddy promises this won't happen again."
Hearing this, Emily seemed to understand and gradually stopped crying.
Once she was placed in the baby seat, she was calm and quiet, not fussing at all.
Christopher got into the car and sat down, and Oscar made sure both kids were securely buckled in before driving home as quickly as possible.
Back at the hospital, Pearl was walking back when she saw a nurse enter the room.She didn't follow but stood at the door, eavesdropping on the conversation inside.
The nurse pushed a cart to RavenWing's side, handed him his medication, and bent down to start his IV. "Are you sure you don't want to consider chemotherapy? These medications are very limited, especially in your current condition," she said.
To put it nicely, it was conservative treatment. To put it bluntly, it was waiting to die.
The nurse couldn't understand it.
"No, I don't want chemo. I'll just take the meds," RavenWing shook his head and said. "You don't need to persuade me. I'm not senile; I know what I'm doing."
The head nurse sighed. "If you don't want chemo, will you at least continue with regular check-ups to monitor the spread of the cancer cells?"
"Yes, I'll keep up with the check-ups." RavenWing thought it over. It was still important for him to know how much time he had left, so he could make arrangements and settle everything before he passed away.
The IV was soon set up, and the nurse left, opening the door to find Pearl standing there.
The nurse knew that Pearl was RavenWing's daughter. RavenWing had specifically told them not to reveal his condition to Pearl.
But who could have predicted Pearl would overhear everything today? There was no one left to blame now.
The nurse said nothing, pretending not to see Pearl, and left with the cart.
It seemed RavenWing would have to face treatment now, whether he wanted to or not.
At that time, Pearl stood at the door for a moment, processing the information she had just heard.
RavenWing was indeed sick, and it was serious—late-stage cancer. He hadn't told anyone and refused chemotherapy. This was unacceptable!
Pearl had to change his mind.
Thinking of this, Pearl pushed the door open and walked in. "Are you sure you don't want chemo?" she asked.
"Of course, I'm sure. I'm the one who's sick. Can't I decide whether to get treatment or not? I know you're concerned, but there has to be a limit. Don't interfere so much," RavenWing replied, thinking it was the nurse.
But as he spoke, he realized something was off.
That voice sounded familiar, not like the nurse's, but like Pearl's.
Pearl!
RavenWing looked up hurriedly and met Pearl's eyes.
"I knew something was wrong. I asked you on the phone last time, but you wouldn't say anything. Now I understand. You have late-stage cancer. What kind of cancer is it?" Pearl walked closer and asked.
She added, "I just heard it myself. Don't try to keep it from me. You know how I am—if I want to find something out, I'll dig until I get to the bottom of it, no matter how hard it is."
There was no point in hiding it from her. Instead of going in circles, RavenWing should just speak plainly and say whatever needed to be said.
"Pearl, you..." RavenWing's tone was complaining, but his heart felt warm.
For a parent, the greatest comfort was knowing their child cared about them.
Given the situation, RavenWing didn't want to cause Pearl more trouble. So he told her directly, "I have late-stage liver cancer. I just found out. Even if I get treated, it won't make much difference. I'd rather not treat it and live each day as it comes."
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