Chapter 1
Izabe Salotti was puzzled It was just picking up a medical report. Was it necessary to have
someone apany her?
Furthermore, what family did she have left? Her mother had tragically passed away during
childbirth, and her father regarded her as nothing more than a means to generate wealth. Her
brother, consumed by resentment, med her for their mother’s death and harbored a deep
hatred towards her. And as for her love he had been taken away by someone else. If it hadn’t
been for this doctor mentioning the word “Tamily,” she might have forgotten its true
meaning altogether
After a moment, Izabe shook her head and said, “Just me”
The doctor frowned and adjusted his sses on the bridge of his nose. With a heavy sigh,
he handed a stack ofb results to Izabe.
“Ms. Salotti, I have the test results here. I’m afraid to inform you that you have reached the
advanced stage of stomach cancer, the doctor delivered the news with apassionate
tone, showing sympathy towards the young woman faced with such a grave illness. Sensing
the gravity of the situation, he handled it delicately.
Izabe gasped as she received the results, her brow furrowing as she examined the various
indicators Althoughcking a medical background, she could discern the severity of her
condition
During the gastroscopy procedure, she had sensed that something was amiss, but she had
been too afraid to dwell on it.
As the doctor exined the results to her, Izabe only half–listened. She understood that
time was running out and that she needed to start chemotherapy as soon as possible How
long could someone withte–stage stomach cancer live? Izabe knew better than anyone
else, as her grandfather had struggled with the disease for two years.
The doctor kindly suggested, “Ms. Salotti, it’s best to be hospitalized as soon as possible for
treatment.”
“Will it work if I get hospitalized?” Izabe asked in a hoarse voice, seemingly talking to
herself.
The doctor didn’t answer, only shaking his head in helplessness
Izabe made the decision to forgo treatment. She hurriedly tucked the diagnosis papers
into her purse and expressed gratitude to the doctor before departing from the room.
As she stepped out of the hospital, rain began to fall. The fine droplets mingled with the
chilly wind, piercing her face like sharp knives. Retrieving an umbre from her bag, she
attempted to shield herself, but it proved inadequate in sheltering her from the biting cold.
March’s temperatures werent that bad, but Izabe’s coldness came from within. Her fingers
turned red and stiff as she held her umbre. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t
warm up
Lost in contemtion, Izabe strolled along, absentmindedly twirling the ring on her finger
while fixating her gaze on the somber, overcast sky Spring had suddenly arrived, a time of
rejuvenation and new beginnings. However, for her, this spring would bring the harrowing
reality of death.
Hailing a cab, Izabe folded her umbre and climbed inside. The driver inquired about her
destination.
“Quiet Forest Estates,” she responded quietly.
As they embarked on the journey, Izabe couldn’t resist the urge to review her diagnosis
papers once more. The disturbing images of her disfigured and afflicted stomach seemed
surreal, yet their presence served as a constant reminder of the challenges she faced
Her stomach cancer was caused by hunger. For the four years she was married to Brett
Windham, she tried everything to please him, cooking his favorite dishes to win his heart.
But he never wanted to share a meal with her. Instead of waiting for him, she had waited for
stomach cancer
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she inhaled deeply. She had always believed she had
the strength to confront any challenge.
However, today, her mask of resilience shattered. She huddled into a ball, her stomach
convulsing, and she trembled and whimpered, overwhelmed by pain.
The driver noticed her sobbing in the rearview mirror He’d never seen someone cry so
helplessly.
Miss, what’s wrong? Heartbreak? Job troubles?” When she didn’t answer, he continued,
“Nothingsts forever. Cheer up Crying won’t solve anything. Rest well tonight, and
tomorrows a new day”
“Thank you,” she murmured, surprised that a stranger hadforted her when she needed
it.
With a smile on his face, the driver arrived at Quiet Forest Estates. After paying the $28 fare.
Izabe stepped out of the cab and discarded the torn–up diagnosis.
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Despite a chilling gust of wind brushing against her face, Izabe wiped away her tears and
regained herposure. The mature woman reemerged, her eyes bloodshot and puffy, her
complexion pale