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As Carter left, silence filled the hospital room. Neither Layla nor William spoke. Her mind was a tangled mess, so when William reached over to adjust her blanket, she instinctively flinched away. William’s hand paused midair. His gaze lifted to hers, sharp and questioning. “What’s wrong?” Layla, feeling a little uneasy, scrambled for a distraction. “What did the doctor say?” “He recommends another round of chemotherapy.” William tucked the blanket around her carefully, his voice calm but firm. “If we start this week, you’ll have a full week to recover. By the time Thanksgiving’s comes, you’ll be in much better shape.” “I don’t want to do chemo anymore.” Layla’s voice was soft but steady. “You saw the results last time. It didn’t help at all. It just made me suffer more.” “Try again.” William’s grip on his emotions was tight, but his voice still held a faint tremor. “At least hold on until Levi gets back. He’ll find a way to cure you.” “No.” Layla sm

“Clinging to my son won’t get you anywhere! You might as well do something good for once and pray for a better life in your next reincarnation!”“Well… not exactly.”Layla found the whole situation oddly amusing.Why did it feel like Scarlett was playing the role of a soap opera villain?This had to be a misunderstanding.“Actually… your suggestion sounds pretty good. Let’s do it your way.”Scarlett blinked, completely caught off guard. Something wasn’t right. This wasn’t how the scene was supposed to go. Wasn’t she supposed to dramatically slap down a check, force Layla to leave, and then have a heated showdown with her? Layla tilted her head. “Is there a problem?” Scarlett snapped out of it, quickly regaining her composure. She squared her shoulders and narrowed her eyes. “You’re not tricking me, are you?” “Why would I?” Layla said lightly. “I’m not getting better, no matter who takes over my treatment. It doesn’t make a difference to me.” She smiled slight

Uncontrollably, a memory from eight years ago surfaced. The torrential rain poured down. William had just finished a rescue operation when he lost his footing—slipping, tumbling toward the edge of a cliff. Then, a pair of soft yet firm hands caught him. Layla was just eighteen, small and fragile, yet she had risked her own life to save him. “Don’t let go…” Her voice trembled beneath the roaring storm, but it was steady, unwavering. He survived. But she collapsed—her body weak from exhaustion and the bitter cold. In that moment, with the rain pounding around them, he feared she wouldn’t wake up again. To this day, he could still remember exactly how he felt. She couldn’t die. Not before he had the chance to thank her. *“William!” Ivan’s voice snapped William back to reality. “We found her!” William spun around. And there she was. Sitting in a wheelchair. For a second, it was as if time had folded in on itself. He could still

“Mr. Lucas.” Layla’s voice rang out unexpectedly. Everyone instinctively turned toward the hospital room door. She sat in her wheelchair, her expression unusually calm. “Mr. Dixon is right. He didn’t do anything wrong.“I also met Mrs. Lucas today. She only offered to take over my treatment. She didn’t say anything else. I’m grateful that she’s willing to help.“Mr. Lucas, I owe a lot to you. Without your help, I wouldn’t be here today. But now, because of me, you’re facing problems. If I had even a shred of conscience, I wouldn’t keep dragging you down.“We’re friends. And isn’t friendship about understanding each other? I understand that you want to help me, but please, understand that I want you to live your own life.” A breeze drifted through the hallway, as if carrying her words away, making them feel light and weightless.But now that she had finally spoken them aloud, she felt lighter too.She smiled softly. “You should head back to North City. Mrs. Lucas wil

If something had really happened to Layla, Ivan wouldn’t have just taken a few punches—it would have been much worse. Scarlett, still fuming, huffed, “I didn’t say anything extreme. I just told her I’d be taking over her treatment and that she shouldn’t drag William down.” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “How did William find out so fast? Layla must have twisted the truth and exaggerated everything.” “She didn’t.” Ivan shook his head. “She just went out to get some fresh air. William panicked and lost his mind.“Aunt Scarlett, you saw it yourself.” He gestured to the bruises on his face, his expression dry. “I took a beating for you. So next time you have a ‘brilliant’ plan like this, leave me out of it.” Scarlett glanced at his injuries but said nothing. She was still too angry. She had barely left, and the very next moment, Layla had run off. If that wasn’t intentional, then what was? That woman was calculating. A master manipulator. She was driving