Chapter 7

I didn't want to keep it from Julian.

The divorce and the will, I was entrusting to him.

My illness, naturally, I had to tell him.

I pulled out my phone and showed him the photo of my diagnostic report. "I have late-stage brain cancer."

"So I want to finalize the divorce and the will as quickly as possible."

Julian took my phone.

As he saw the photo, his hand trembled violently, and the phone clattered to the floor.

After a long moment, when he finally picked up the phone, I saw his face turn ashen. He even had tears in his eyes.

To be honest, his reaction scared me.

He was a grown man; the last time he'd cried was probably when he was four or five.

His lips trembled. "You're only in your twenties, how is this possible?"

I handed him a tissue, a little tearful and bewildered. "Don't be like that. I haven't even cried yet."

Julian's throat was tight with emotion. He couldn't compose himself for a long time.

Seeing him cry, I couldn't help but feel a little sad myself.

I sighed. "I'm actually okay. I just feel bad for my mom."

"She raised me alone for so many years, it wasn't easy. I always hoped I'd take good care of her and give her some grandkids."

Alex, of course, would never have children with me.

Because Julian was so emotional, we spent the entire morning on the will and discussing the divorce.

Before he left, I cautiously reminded him again.

"The most important thing is still finding proof of Alex's relationship with Genevieve."

"The more intimate, the better. I'll take it to Arthur and Silas Thorne then."

Julian's face was dark, his eyes still red.

He poured me warm water and bought me some food.

Seemingly on the verge of breaking down, he left the items, called a nurse, and then departed.

I ate a small portion of the food in front of him.

But as soon as he left, I put down my forks.

My head hurt, and my stomach was upset; I really couldn't eat.

The food I'd forced down made me nauseous, and I ended up throwing it all back up.

I think I even cried while throwing up.

Completely drained, I lay back, trying to catch my breath.

The moment my back touched the bed, I heard a loud, sudden crash.

It was followed by a scream from the nurse who had just come in to watch over me, startled.

Alex burst through the door, pushing it open with furious force.

His face was murderous. He stormed over, grabbed my arm, and yanked me up from the bed.

Every word he uttered was laced with raging hatred. "Scarlett Hayes, are you really going to force my hand?!"