Chapter 504 She Doesn't Have Many Days Left
"Bryan, I'm dying. Please let me go." Vivienne said.
Bryan heard Vivienne's words and thought she was threatening to leave him by talking about death.
He didn't look at Vivienne's expression but instead held her tightly and kept walking forward.
"I know you hate me. You can curse me, hit me, even stab me, but you are not allowed to leave me. Vivienne, I've told you, I will never let you leave me again in this lifetime."
Tears streamed down Vivienne's face like a string of pearls.
Vivienne had heard these words too many times, and Bryan had always followed through.
She had spent her whole life trying to escape, but she could never get out of Bryan's grasp.
But this time was different.
She was really going to die.
Vivienne slowly closed her eyes and thought to herself, 'Bryan, you've trapped me my whole life. This time, I can finally escape you for real.'
The doctor assigned to Vivienne's exam happened to be Wade. Whenever Bryan saw Wade, tension crackled in the air, sharp enough to cut.
He hated Wade. Although he had driven Wade out of Detroit years ago, he couldn't drive Wade out of Vivienne's heart.
Bryan wanted to change doctors, but seeing Vivienne's pale expression, he held back.
After the examination, the wait for results stretched on indefinitely.
Bryan sent someone to buy breakfast. Vivienne ignored him, but Bryan was always thick-skinned around her. No matter how much Vivienne cursed or hit him, he never left and never got angry. Instead, he begged and coaxed her to eat something.
When the results came out, Wade's face looked grim. Vivienne refused Bryan's request to accompany her into the consultation room.
"Don't you want him to come in?" Wade looked at Vivienne's pale face, his brow furrowed deeply.
Vivienne sat down and shook her head. "No need."
Whether she lived or died, she didn't want to tell Bryan anymore.
Wade's hand holding the examination report trembled slightly. The examination room was thick with an oppressive silence, heavy and suffocating.
Vivienne looked at Wade and lightly pressed her lips together. "Just tell me directly. There's nothing I can't handle."
"You... you knew already, didn't you?" Wade's voice wavered.
He couldn't believe Vivienne hadn't sensed something was wrong given her severe condition.
Vivienne nodded, forcing a smile that was more tragic than anything else.
Wade's heart ached. He stood up and turned away, a lump forming in his throat. He took several deep breaths, struggling to keep the tears at bay.
Vivienne looked at Wade's back and lowered her eyes. "Just tell me how much longer I have to live."
She had long since come to terms with her condition. Death wasn't something she feared. Her life had been far from joyful, and death might be a release.
What troubled her most was that she had only recently reunited with Cecily. Now, Cecily would have to face her departure again. The thought of hurting Cecily was unbearable; it seemed so cruel.
Vivienne felt guilty, but there was nothing she could do. By the time she was diagnosed, it was already too late.
They were wealthy, but even the richest couldn't escape the inevitability of death. She didn't want to undergo endless treatments only to die in a state of suffering and indignity.
What she wanted most was to spend more time with Cecily, to see Cecily find happiness in the future. That, at least, would bring her some peace.
Wade composed himself, turned around, and handed the examination report to Vivienne.
Vivienne read his lips as he spoke. Though he said many words, she understood the gist: he recommended immediate hospitalization and chemotherapy, or she wouldn't have much time left.
"How much is ‘not much time'?" Vivienne asked, her voice steady.
Wade's throat tightened, his voice trembling, "Three months. Maybe even less."
Three months.
Even shorter than she had thought.
But it was okay. It should be enough time for her to see Cecily and Darian back together.
The atmosphere was heavy, and Vivienne was too calm. Wade couldn't bear to look into her eyes.
Vivienne saw the wetness at the corner of Wade's eyes, gathered up the examination reports, and looked directly at Wade. "Then I won't get treated."
Her tone was firm, without a hint of hesitation, as if she had already made up her mind.
"Three months is enough for me to see Cecily and Darian remarry. I don't want chemotherapy. Losing my hair would be too ugly."
Wade clenched his back teeth. He knew that once Vivienne made a decision, no one could change her mind. But he still couldn't bear to see her give up on herself like this.
"Vivienne."
"Don't try to persuade me." Vivienne interrupted Wade. She knew what he wanted to say. Her previous doctor had already told her everything.
"I know it all. I've made up my mind. You know my personality, so there's no need to persuade me."
Vivienne continued, "Please don't tell Bryan or anyone else. I want to spend my remaining time peacefully, without everyone drowning in sorrow alongside me and then watching me suffer and pass away."
"Why not tell Bryan?"
Wade thought, 'Given that Bryan's actions have led to her current state, he deserves to know. If he truly loves her, he should bear the pain with her.'
"Tell him after I'm dead."
Vivienne lowered her head and wiped away the tears that fell from her eyes.
Bryan wanted to keep her by his side for a lifetime. Vivienne wouldn't let him have his way. She was going to a place where he could never find her, and he would never be able to trap her again.
Wade wiped his face, feeling heartbroken, but he chose to respect her decision. "Okay, I understand."
Vivienne stood up, glanced at the examination reports in her hand, folded them neatly, and put them in her pocket. "Thank you, Wade. I appreciate all your help."
With that, Vivienne turned and walked out.
Wade watched Vivienne's thin back, his emotions churning for a long time.
He really wanted Bryan to see for himself what his so-called love had brought to Vivienne all these years.
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