I Got Cancer From Sleeping With My Uncle

I quietly stood at the door while listening to what was spoken behind it. Coldness slowly gripped me.

Sean Graham picked up a call after giving instructions to the maid. “What’s wrong, Yulia?” he asked in a gentle voice.

“Sean, I’m going to live with you! I’m so happy. By the way, did you tell Zella about it? Did she say no?” It was Yulia Little, Sean’s first love, with whom he had been in love for ten years.

“Of course not. She can’t say no. Without me, she wouldn’t have survived.”

I bit my pale lips.

Yulia continued, “She is an undertaker and works with dead bodies daily. I just think it is bad for the baby. That’s why I want her to move out.”

“Yeah, I know. You’re so kind. Her job is bad,” Sean agreed.

I was barely able to support myself after putting my hand against the wall.

Sean had spoken differently in the past. He had claimed that it was a noble job and supported me with pride. I wondered why he had changed his opinion. Could he no longer be nice to me because of Yulia?

I could not deal with such cold, unfeeling words. My face went white, and I started sweating profusely. I found myself too weak to stand, which should have been a simple thing to do. It felt like I could not control my body any more.

I fell forward and knocked the door open.

Sean looked up at me while comforting Yulia. After hanging up, he walked toward me and wiped away the sweat on my forehead.

“What’s wrong? You look pale.” He carefully held my face. I could not tell if he was really concerned about me or just faking it. His expression made me question if he had really said what I heard just moments ago.

I shook my head. “I’m fine, Uncle Sean. I didn’t sleep well.”

“Go to bed. It’s getting late.”

I nodded and turned to exit the room.

“Oh, yeah. You need to move out of your room.”

I stiffened. “What happened? Why so sudden?”

Sean pinched the place between his brows. “Stop pretending, Zella. You heard everything. Yulia is pregnant, so you have to move out.”

An even deeper coldness and disappointment overcame me. It was one thing to overhear him, and a different one to hear him say them straight to me.

“Okay,” I weakly answered.

Sean frowned. Perhaps he liked my obedience, for after some contemplation he stopped me.

“Forget it. Yulia is kind. You can stay in the basement.”