Claimed by My Ex Chapter 250 Rapid Decline

Chapter 250: Chapter 250 Rapid Decline

Lilith’s POV

That night, I coughed up blood again. Not much, just a few dark red spots blooming on the tissue. The doctor had warned ,when the coughing becos uncontrollable and blood starts gushing out, that’s when the final countdown begins.

Thea curled up inside , whimpering softly.

Clara sensed my movent. Despite being sound asleep, she got up and fetched

water and patted my back. My little wolf pup was more perceptive and mature than other children her age.

"Mommy, your cold is getting worse. We must see a doctor tomorrow," Clara expressed her concern through both sign language and lip movents.

I reached for the pill bottle on the nightstand and took one.It was a powerful painkiller specifically developed for werewolves,designed to ease severe symptoms.When these pills stop working, that’s when we’d need to switch to sothing stronger.

Thankfully, the pain began to subside shortly after taking the dicine. Thea settled down within .

The next morning after breakfast, Clara poured

warm water and opened the drawer to get my cold dicine.

As she searched carefully through the various pill bottles for my cold dicine, she suddenly stopped. I noticed her puzzled expression.

Clara carefully examined the dicine bottles, her tiny fingers sliding over labels and instructions, silently reading as if cross-checking sothing.

I watched from nearby, guilt gnawing at my heart. Thankfully, I’d prepared ahead, transferring the werewolf genetic disease dication and painkillers into regular cold dicine bottles.

I couldn’t let her know about my terminal illness. She was too young to bear such a burden.

I knew she’d notice eventually, but I wanted to delay that day as long as possible.

Every day she didn’t know was another day of happiness, another chance to create complete mories before I had to leave her.

On Saturday, Clara and I went grocery shopping. I held her hand as we stopped at a street vendor to buy a bunch of purple lisianthus.They were my favorite flowers, fragile yet resilient.

Back in our modest apartnt, we trimd the stems together, laughing as we worked.

"Clara," I spoke carefully, each word fighting against the pressure in my chest, "no matter how hard life gets, learn to love it."

"When you’re sad, do sothing that makes you happy, eat sothing you enjoy, okay?"

Clara sat beside , seriously trimming excess leaves, carefully mimicking my movents. Her concentration was so intense it made Thea whimper inside .

"Mommy, how could life be difficult when I have you?" she signed, her eyes sparkling. "Nothing’s scary when you’re here."

As she said this, I knew she was still processing last week’s events. Brett’s denial of being her father had hurt her deeply. It had taken days for her to recover.

Finally, she’d made her decision. as long as she had , nothing else mattered.

I was her everything.

She arranged the flowers in the vase, looking up at

with a smile of pure contentnt.

"Mommy, every day with you makes

so happy!" she signed.

I couldn’t speak. All the emotions I’d carefully buried deep inside suddenly surfaced at her innocent words, my defenses crumbling instantly.

How much longer could I stay with her? Three months? Maybe not even that.

Should I tell her sooner, give her ti to prepare? But how do you explain death to a child?

The words died in my throat.

What mother could bear to tell her young child, "I’m going to leave you"?

So I locked the truth away in my heart, like thorns pressed against my chest, drawing blood every ti I thought about it.

When would be the right ti? What words could I possibly use that wouldn’t shatter her world completely?

After lunch, I took her to the amusent park she’d been wanting to visit since her birthday.

We rode the roller coaster, carousel, and Ferris wheel, went boating, slid down rainbow slides, and fed the animals.

My body could barely handle it. Every movent felt like being torn apart, even breathing was excruciating. When coughing fits ca, I endured them, secretly disposing of the blood. Sotis it was just spots, other tis thick clots.

I forced myself to keep smiling, wanting her future mories of this day to be filled with joy.

After she fell asleep that night, I sat on the couch, looking through our photos from the day.

In the pictures, I was smiling, but my face was paper-white, with dark circles under my eyes.

Starting tomorrow, I’d need makeup to hide how illness was ravaging .

I selected the best photos and wrote ssages on their backs.

"Clara, life is like a roller coaster, with peaks and valleys.

When you’re at your lowest point, don’t lose heart. I’ll beco a star in the sky, always watching over you, staying with you, loving you.

Be strong, baby. Mommy will love you forever."

By Monday, my condition suddenly deteriorated.

The coughing grew severe, and instead of small clots, I was now coughing up pools of blood, dark red, almost black.

Staring at the blood in the sink, panic gripped . Was my ti really running out?

Just standing took all my strength. My vision kept darkening, as if my very essence was being drained away.

"Mommy, are you okay?"

Clara’s voice ca from outside the bathroom, small but full of worry.

I quickly turned on the faucet to wash away the blood, wiped my mouth, and tried to steady my breathing.

When I opened the door, she stood there like a tiny adult, her expression a mix of anger and concern.

"Mommy, we must go to the hospital today," she signed. "What if you get worse? I won’t go to kindergarten. Let

go with you, please?"

A wave of bitterness and guilt washed over .

Fighting back my emotions, I stroked her head and managed a calm smile.

"Be good and go to school," I signed while speaking. "I promise I’ll go to the hospital today, and I’ll give you a full report tonight, okay?"

After dropping her at kindergarten, I headed alone to Ravedare’s best shifter hospital, the one Sabrina had taken

to.

My body felt heavier with each step, as if already preparing to return to the Moon Goddess.