Chapter 9

But just as Liam worked tirelessly and unearthed his first fortune.

He held my hand and led me to a newly built, beautiful apartment complex.

He placed the keys in my hand.

Then pushed open the door.

He lifted me, spinning me around the house in his arms.

Then, he kissed me tenderly and earnestly. "Chloe."

"We have a home now."

I buried my head in his chest, tears streaming down.

He didn't know.

I had just come from the hospital.

And received the diagnosis.

I had cancer.

After falling ill, I tried my best to cooperate with treatment, taking my medication on time, but the results were not good at all.

Luck wasn't on my side.

I had less than a month left.

I didn't want to die, I wanted to live.

Liam and my future had just begun; how could it end like this?

The day Liam found my diagnosis report in the cabinet.

I saw him freeze for a moment.

Then he walked to the balcony and silently smoked.

After a long while, I saw him lean against the wall, covering his face, silently weeping, his whole body trembling.

After composing himself, he returned to my bedside and knelt.

He held my hand, kissing it repeatedly.

The back of my hand was wet.

"Chloe." He thought I was asleep.

"Don't be afraid."

"Even in death, I'll walk the path to the underworld with you."

But I clamped my hand over his mouth. "Liam."

I swore a solemn oath. "If you dare to do anything foolish for me, I will never forgive you, even in death."

"And in my next life, I will absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not wait for you."

I pointed to Buddy lying on the rug beside the bed. "You still have Buddy."

"If you die too, Buddy won't have a mom or dad. He's so old now; what if some bad person sells him?"

I forced him to swear an oath too.

It was the first time I'd ever seen such a grown man, kneeling on the floor, weeping with such helplessness and sorrow.