Chapter 300 Diagnosis
Burl had heard stories about Darwin, Fiona's first love.
He used to think rationally, never hating the concept of a first love, just the pathetic men who couldn't let go and harassed his sister.
But he never imagined that Darwin, his sister's first love, would be so vicious, so brutally cruel, as to hire a hitman against her!
Now, Burl finally understood why the ancients said that birds of a feather flock together.
"If he dares to protect her, he'll be as guilty as Lilian!" Fiona declared without hesitation.
Lilian sought to kill her, and now Fiona suspected she had indirectly harmed her precious son. This blood debt had to be paid, and not even the almighty could stop her now.
With your determination, I’m no longer worried. " Burl said emphatically, nodding. "Don't worry, sis. I'll go for the matching tests tomorrow. Charles has always been blessed with fortune; he'll pull through."
Fiona looked at Burl, seeing the resolve in her brother's eyes.
Tears brimmed in her eyes before she patted Burl's arm, " You'd better head back and get some rest. Take care of yourself."
Burl's lips twisted into a bitter smile, and he quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve. "Yeah, I need some sleep. My eyes are all red. You should hit the sack early, too. I'll catch some z's and come over tomorrow!"
"Sure," Fiona nodded.
Turning to leave, Burl behaved differently than usual; not once did he look back over his shoulder, though his footsteps were hesitant and his shoulders trembled with suppressed emotion.
As he approached the elevator, the doors slid open and Burl, crying like a lost puppy, found himself face-to-face with Dagmar.
Burl was just like that.
He knew Dagmar was a good guy.
But Burl's rule was to find fault with any brother-in-law, potential ones included.
Not even Dagmar was the exception.
It was about courage, and if Burl had enough of it, there would have been no need for Darwin.
Running into Dagmar like this made Burl feel both heartache and embarrassment.
What are you doing here at this hour?" Burl sniffled, turning his head away.
Dagmar lifted his arm, "Fiona hasn't eaten all evening, so I brought some food."
"Oh, okay, you go ahead. I'm heading home to sleep," Burl mumbled, ducking into the elevator.
As Dagmar was about to leave, Burl suddenly grabbed his sleeve. Turning to look at him, Dagmar saw the tears Burl couldn't hold back. "Leukemia is curable, right? It is, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Dagmar nodded.
A tear-streaked smile spread across Burl's face as he nodded, half to himself and half affirming with Dagmar, "That's good to know; as long as it's treatable, we can manage it."
Reluctantly, Dagmar accompanied Burl down to the lobby then back up again to find Fiona.
She was on a phone call.
"After the cremation, we head straight back?" she asked.
The response was inaudible, but she continued, "Okay, we'll talk more when you get back. I got it, you should rest too, and don't forget your medication before bed."
Dagmar stood there, his wrist beginning to itch again with that familiar ache.
Fiona hung up and noticed Dagmar, "I thought I told you to get some rest."
"I will, right after we have some late-night food," he said, holding up the bag.
Soon they sat across from each other at a small table in the lounge area.
"You went all the way to get this seafood soup?" Fiona looked up at Dagmar.
Dagmar cracked a smile, " It's been a while since I had it, and I missed the taste."
Fiona stayed silent.
Ever since he was young, Dagmar despised soup, which earned him no small amount of grief from his grandma.
But why he actually went, Fiona knew all too well.
“I reached out to several leukemia specialists. They'll all be in Armie County in the next couple of days," said Dagmar as he set the soup in front of Fiona and started unpacking the takeout box, placing a spoon beside the bowl. "I've forwarded Charles's current medical reports to them, and the feedback has been very positive. Aside from tough treatments, Charles's chances of recovery are good."
"Dagmar, thank you so much," Fiona said, her entire being in a daze today, relying completely on Dagmar to handle the nitty-gritty.
"I'm Charles's uncle," Dagmar replied. "By the way, have you spoken to Darwin about it yet?"
Fiona shook her head: "There's one more thing I need to take care of."
"Right, you should tell him and have him come over for a compatibility test. The chances are higher between relatives," Dagmar suggested.
Fiona’s gaze flickered, then she frowned, "Is that blood on your wrist?"
"Oh, this?" Dagmar glanced over and pulled down his sleeve to cover it. "Just a scratch from playing with a stray cat, nothing to worry about—I'm vaccinated."
"If you love cats so much, why not get one for yourself? We aren't avoiding pets just because of Charles, right?" Fiona asked.
"It's not just because of Charles. I spend over 300 days of the year traveling around the world, it wouldn't be fair to leave a kitten all alone," Dagmar reasoned, then urged her, "Eat up before it gets cold."
Fiona nodded and took a nibble, the food tasting bland.
After that, their conversation dwindled.
Dagmar stayed with Fiona until she finished her soup and cleaned up the packaging. "Get some rest; I'm taking off."
"Drive safe," Fiona said.
Dagmar acknowledged with a nod and left carrying the trash.
Having eaten, Fiona’s stomach did feel better. She freshened up, made her way back to the hospital room on tiptoe, and lay down beside Charles who woke up just as she settled.
"Are you in pain?" Fiona grew anxious.
Charles shook his head, tugged her down beside him, and they lay there in silence, just gazing at each other.
"Mummy, is my sickness very serious?" Charles eventually asked.
Tears welled up in Fiona's eyes uncontrollably, and she leaned in, kissing his forehead. "It's nothing serious, sweetheart. It's just that you'll have to go through a tough time for a while, but Doctor Darwin and his team will make sure you get better. There's nothing to be afraid of, okay?"
"I'm not afraid," Charles said, shaking his head. "Mummy, don't worry, and don't let sis know; she's the one who'd be scared."
Charles had always been so understanding, but his composure now was what truly broke Fiona's heart.
She wrapped her arms around Charles, "Son, I'm so sorry. I've been neglecting you lately, and yet you're still worrying about me, I'm the one who should apologize. Can you forgive me? I won't let it happen again."
Charles gently patted Fiona's back, "Why ask for forgiveness? I'm not mad at you. You've given me so much love already. It's my own doing that I fell ill."
"That's not true, my boy. How could it be?" Fiona let go of Charles, looking into his reddened eyes, she hurriedly explained, "Your illness is due to a genetic defect. It's on me."
Charles watched his mother cry.
It hurt him, too, so he raised his small hand and gently wiped away her tears.
But mom seemed very upset as well.
The tears just wouldn't stop flowing.
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