All Chapters of Yours, Forever: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"Happy Birthday, Nana!" Alex yelled immediately the door was pulled open. As expected, it wasn't only the celebrant who was in the room. She had maids around her using her jewelry while some applied her makeup for her."Oh, my darling Alex!" Violetta screamed, turning away from the vanity mirror in front of her and opening her arms wide for her grandson to jump into her arms.Vivianne lowered the boy as he ran into his Nana's arms with a toothy grin."Nana!""My boy!" She greeted him back with a smile before looking up at the adults in the room."Happy Birthday, Violetta." Everyone said in unison and she smiled, her heart warm from being surrounded by people she loved."I see you made it, my love!" She greeted, facing Vivianne. Vivianne, who didn't know Violetta was talking to her gave a subtle smile, expecting one of her children to step forward to say hello. But no one did.Unbeknownst to Vivianne, Russell had met with his mother to discuss how he didn't like the way she spoke the V

They finished cooking breakfast, had breakfast while holding each other, and fed each other. Russell dressed up for work with Vivianne's help while Vivianne dressed up to go to the Agency to renew her contract, and afterwards, she was going to the printer.The thought of it was bringing a smile to her face. "What are you smiling about?""Tell me, when will you be free? Most especially that ugly secretary of yours?""I don't have anything planned for 11 AM till 1 PM. From 1 PM, I have a meeting scheduled that would probably last four to five hours.""Oh my poor baby. It must be stressful running a successful company." She sympathised patting his bottom in a baby voice."It is. Will you help me out?" Russell whined, resting his head on her shoulder."I have no qualifications in business." She replied in the same tone she had used earlier."Oh no." He muttered."Oh no." She mirrored.They laughed and continued dressing up."I'll drop my later to have lunch with you then.""You mean brun

"Baby, please look at me." She heard a distant voice call. Opening her eyes, she saw light then darkness, then light again. And it was starting to hurt her eyes. Moreso, she was extremely sleepy.So she shut her eyes to sleep."No, no. Don't sleep. Baby, look at me." Russell begged holding her hand even tighter. Vivianne creaked her eyes open, staring at Russell's worried face. She blinked back the tears that welled up in her eyes.She was, however, choked by her sob that made breathing difficult. An oxygen mask was placed over her nose to aid her in breathing. She felt her eyes get drowsy from the air that she was taking into her lungs."Are you feeling any difficulties other than your throat?" The medical assistant asked.She shook her head negatively, her eyes drowsy as though she was under the influence."What about your head? Are you feeling any concussion?""No CT scan." She breathed into the Oxygen mask."Ma'am?" The assistant asked, leaning down to bring his ear to her mouth.

VIVIANNEEver since I had the dream, or rather the nightmare, I had been staying in bed at home under Russell's very unwavering attention. He didn't let me take a single thing by myself. He fed me breakfast, carried me to the bathroom to either pee or bathe me, and I basically lazed around for a whole week. And for that week, I didn't get any symptoms of my tumor, probably because I was sleeping well.The bandage on my neck had been taken off 3 days after we left the hospital, but Russell still treated me with as much care as possible. I, on the other hand, was thinking about myself and the dream I had. If that was going to be the inevitable future, I had to try my best not to make that happen."Baby?" I called.Russell poked his head out of the bathroom to answer me."What do you need?""A piece of paper and a pen," I said with a smile."Do you want to write down a wishlist?" He asked with a smile."Something like that. More of a safekeep." I said. He nodded, handing me a sheet of

The fluorescent lights above the operating room hummed with a cold, unwavering brightness, casting long gleaming reflections over polished steel trays and the pale blue sheets that cloaked the still form of the woman lying on the surgery table. Her name was Vivianne, and at that moment, she seemed more like a fragile idea than a living body. Delicate, quiet, suspended between hope and the unknown. The steady rhythm of the machines around her created an artificial heartbeat for the room, as if technology were holding its breath on her behalf.Dr. Timothy Warren, the chief neurosurgeon, stood at the head of the table, his gloved hands poised with a calm precision that only decades of experience could provide. His expression was hidden behind the blue mask fitted over his face, but his eyes bore the weight of responsibility and the focused intensity of a man who had learned to silence every emotion in the pursuit of saving a life.“She’s stable. We’re ready to begin the full resection,”