Emma Carter suffers nurous discomforts due to chemotherapy, often feeling nauseous, having no appetite, feeling weak all over, and being irritable and sleepless.
The doctor said her reactions to chemotherapy are more severe than most patients, possibly because of her physical condition or the recent loss of her daughter, which might lead to intense psychological distress and consequently physiological discomfort.
Christopher entered the ward and saw his mother was awake, instinctively asking, "Mom, is your body feeling uncomfortable again?"
There was a caretaker in the room, and upon hearing him say this, they imdiately brought the trash can closer, fearing Emma Carter would vomit again.
Emma Carter waved her hand and looked at her son, asking, "Did Alia co?"
Christopher raised his eyes to look at his mother, unsure how to respond.
"You don’t have to hide it from . She was just talking to the nurse in the corridor. I heard it..."
Christopher avoided this topic, "It’s getting late, hurry up and get so rest. I’ve had a tiring day and need to sleep too."
After speaking, he turned his wheelchair to leave.
Emma Carter’s voice slowly ca from behind, "She must be extrely proud now... Wendy is gone, and I have a terminal illness. Soon... no one will be able to stop you two, she finally won, and will openly marry into the Hart Family."
Christopher sat in the wheelchair, his hands gripping the armrest unwillingly.
He wanted to explain and speak so good words on Alia’s behalf, to tell his mother she never had such intentions, but he still held back once the words reached his mouth.
These days, doctors repeatedly warned that the stability of the patient’s emotions greatly affects the effectiveness of chemotherapy, avoiding making her angry or overly emotional.
So he turned back in his wheelchair, avoiding the heavy topic lightly, "Mom, you’re just sick, not with a terminal illness. The doctor says your hope of recovery is still very great as long as you cooperate with treatnt, don’t let your thoughts run wild."
Emma Carter was despondent, "No need to comfort . If I die, I die, it’s nothing to be scared of. I’ll go to accompany Wendy, she won’t be alone."
His tone was a bit harsher, "What about ? I’m your son, don’t you think of at all?"
Emma Carter looked at him and surprisingly smiled, "Haven’t you got soone thinking of you? Still care if this unattractive mom misses you?"
Christopher was sulking but couldn’t argue with her, rely said, "I’m tired, going to rest."
With that, regardless of his mother’s reaction, he turned and left.
After leaving the ward, he couldn’t calm himself, deliberately stayed in the corridor, wanting to wait until his expression and mood stabilized before facing Alia again.
But just as he lingered without moving, the ward door silently opened.
Alia stood at the door, he raised his eyes, and their sight t perfectly.
In that instant, both their hearts understood.
Alia ca forward to help him with the wheelchair, explaining, "I heard the door next door open but didn’t see you coming in, so I ca out to check..."
Unexpectedly, she saw him with drooping brows and a fatigued look.
Alia understood, softly asked, "Did your mom scold you again?"
He was silent.
The woman continued to ask, "Is it because of ?"
Christopher quickly adjusted his mood, waiting for the wheelchair to stop, turned around to hold her hand, "Let’s not talk about my mom’s matters, it’s almost New Year’s, what are your plans?"
Alia retreated two steps, sat down on the sofa, Christopher ca to her again.
"Your mother’s existence cannot be ignored, avoiding what she says won’t solve these problems," Alia didn’t want to ntion Emma Carter either, she just didn’t want to see Christopher so troubled, gloomy every day, yet force a smile before her.
Since the two had decided to walk together, they should face difficulties and obstacles together, find ways to cope.
Christopher said lightly, "She has always been strong-willed and biased; now that Wendy is gone, she got cancer, she becos more stubborn, totally unreachable. My dad is coming these days, but they clash constantly, he got so mad that he simply doesn’t visit anymore."
People who have never cared for terminally ill patients cannot comprehend this heavy, exhausting, and helpless feeling.
Even knowing the patient’s emotions are sothing she herself can’t control, but when you painstakingly accompany her and give, yet still get yelled at and criticized—no one can remain unresentful.
But no matter how much resentnt or hatred, he can’t escape, since she is his mother, he, as a son, should bear it.
Alia listened to his words, thought awhile, said, "Perhaps... we can take a step back."
"What do you an?"
"Your mother’s dissatisfaction with you is simply because you are with . As things stand, separating us has beco her obsession, why not indulge her, given she’s so gravely ill."
Christopher’s face changed suddenly, "What do you an? Are you leaving again?"
Alia hurriedly grabbed his hand, "Don’t rush, let finish my words. My suggestion is as a temporary asure, you just go along with her, cajole her through the treatnt. Don’t ntion in her presence, if she says anything bad about , don’t defend , if she forces you to break up with , just say you’ve already broken up—anyway, don’t provoke her anger, it will be easier for you."
"No way!" Christopher refused without thinking, staring at her eyes with added suspicion, "Do you have so other plan in mind? Has soone appeared around you recently?"
"..." Alia was so angry she turned her head to calm, wishing she could slap him, "Keep talking nonsense, believe , I might really break up with you?"
"You dare!" The man clasped her hand back, pulled her forcibly into his arms, held her chin with one hand, their eyes locked steadily, "Really no one else?"
She didn’t answer but leaned in to kiss him proactively.
Christopher was shocked, hesitated not even a second before wrapping her tightly with both arms, deepening the kiss.
Alia didn’t act coy, sat on the sofa far away, stretched her upper body awkwardly, simply took the initiative again—kissing while standing up, straddled his lap, holding him entirely.
The wheelchair was of good quality, entirely capable of bearing the weight of two people.
She sat in the man’s embrace, stature slightly taller, cupping his face with both hands, casting her gaze down gently, srizing Christopher until his whole heart was in chaos.
He raised his head, amid lingering warmth, hoarsely asked srizingly, "Can you stay tonight... I miss you so much, really miss you..."
She didn’t refuse, simply said, "If the kids wake up tomorrow morning, find mom hasn’t stayed ho, they’ll criticize ."
"They won’t... they’re so smart, surely they know mom is with dad..."
"But being in a hospital, it’s quite embarrassing."
"Don’t worry, no one dares to gossip."
"Then regarding my proposal, will you agree? "
The man’s kiss suddenly paused, they locked eyes again.
She cupped the man’s face, suspended above his handso face, continued her persuasion, "We have a long way ahead, besides, it’s just pretend, not really separating, and when you have ti... you can secretly co to ."
She intentionally raised her eyebrow, her teasing smile extraordinarily playful.
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