Does Nina Blackwood Have Cancer 소설 & 이야기

“Don’t worry, I’m not stupid enough to make the same mistake twice. They stood there, stunned. They never expected the once timid and meek woman to be so sharp-tongued today. What they didn’t know was that the obedient and gentle Vivian Carter had died long ago, along with that child on the operating table, and had also perished in the indifference of the Blackwood family the night before. As I reached the door, I suddenly stopped in my tracks. “Ms. Blackwood, congratulations! You’re about to welcome a daughter-in-law who seems just right for you. But I must warn you, drinking too much saffron risotto can lead to infertility. Be careful, or the Blackwood family line might end.

“I’m so sorry. Everything I did... I was doing it just for you.” “Mrs. Winters,” an agent interrupted, “we need to move.” “That’s not her name!” Nina screamed, collapsing against a marble column. “Her name is Serena Blackwood! She’s my mother! She’s...” But the truth was already spreading across every news ticker in the city: “BLACKWOOD CEO REVEALED AS IMPOSTOR: Thirty-one Years Deception Exposed.” The story unfurled like a poisonous flower, each petal bearing a new revelation.

“I’m sorry Nola but I can no longer operate on Niah. Surgery will do nothing on her.” I covered my lips and tears slowly fell on my cheeks. Aries immediately wrapped his arms and kissed my forehead to console me. “The cancer cells have already metastasized to her brain, surgery will be useless.”

The lawyer visiting the patient again. Within seconds, Dr. Whitmore forwarded them to Margaret with his own message: Mrs. Blackwood, the photos you requested. There appears to be a quite significant closeness between Mr. Lawson and the patient. --- Meanwhile, across the city at Blackwood Enterprises, Daniel sat in his office staring at his tablet screen. His face was dark with fury. Jaw clenched so tight it was painful. Eyes burning with rage barely contained. On the screen were the articles about Alina.

"Doctor? How is Nathaniel? Please tell me he’s going to be okay." The doctor sighed in exhaustion, looking from Elara to the gathered Hale and Blackwood families. Then the doctor spoke. "The surgery was indeed successful in stopping the internal bleeding, but the blade went incredibly deep inside Mr. Blackwood’s body. He lost a high amount of blood from the stab. Right now, Mr. Blackwood is in an extremely critical condition. He is in a deep coma, and his vitals are incredibly weak. To be completely honest... it’s as if he has given up his will to love any longer. He isn't fighting to wake up. If he doesn't find the will to live within the next few hours, his organs will begin to fail."

"Does it hurt, Miss?" My eyes welled up. No one had ever asked me if I was in pain before, yet this boy did. Six months later. I held the examination report from the doctor. It said that my cancer cells were gradually decreasing. As long as I kept a good mood, took my medicine on time, and avoided feeling depressed at night, everything was possible. There were cases of cancer patients recovering. But not everyone could achieve that. I managed to. "Nina, where are you? Why aren't you at your stall today?" My phone buzzed. It was a message from Jack.

Not so long ago, the Alpha's brother was killed in a border fight. "You are going to have a great life growing up as the Alpha and Luna's daughter," Nina whispered to the baby. Nina looked over to your daughter that was sleeping on her bed. 'Should I not give her to them as well?' Nina thought. 'Will I be robbing you of a good life?' Nina placed her hands on her belly. She thought about it for a moment before looking over at your daughter. Nina was a human that had cervical cancer that was removed along with her reproductive organs to save her life. Nina wiped the tears that escaped her eyes.

I walked to the nurses' station and stared at the admission screen. Bianca Blackwell. AML Stage 3. Multi-organ distress. Admitted 02:45. She had collapsed at the heirship gala. Wine glass still in hand. They said she hit the marble floor like a broken doll. I stared at the screen for forty-three seconds. Then I turned back to the waiting room. "Next patient," I said. ... Vincenzo Blackwell stood outside the hematology lab, his cigar extinguished in his fist. The guard had told him no smoking in the hospital. He hadn't argued. He just stood there, staring at the double doors, waiting for the blood work to come back.

But the moment I said it, the room fell silent. Stella and Cameron exchanged a glance. Dillon put his hand over mine. There was something they weren’t telling me. But I didn’t want to ask. I knew it was bad. It was Laura who finally spoke up. “A second biopsy almost always mean cancer, Cass,” she said gently. “I know the urge is to default to an optimistic place. But I think we need to all face this head on.” Laura looked at Stella then back at me. “97%,” Laura said. “That’s how sure the doctor’s are that Stella has cancer.”

The first was to remove the eyes to prevent the cancer from spreading, while the second was to rely on chemotherapy to slowly kill off the cancer cells. Howard immediately chose the first option, just like he had with me. When Camilla found out she was going to lose her eyes, she wept exceptionally pitifully. She said she didn't want to go blind and become a crippled person. She claimed she couldn't handle such suffering. However, Howard simply sneered before grabbing her by the jaw and saying, "If you want to live, you're going to do as I say. If not, you can get the hell out of here right now and wait until the cancer kills you."