Chapter 82


    They''ve been married for four years, and even though she''s always used birth control, she still went


    to the gynecologist regrly, just in case she ever wanted to have a baby. Unfortunately, Brett never


    gave her the chance to be a mother.


    Later, as she was diagnosed withte-stage stomach cancer, she couldn''t even take care of herself,


    let alone carry another life.


    There''s a saying in a book that having a child gives people something to live for, but for her, it''s not


    a blessing, it’s a freaking curse.


    Presley knew she loved kids; after all, she used to tell him all the time how she would feel like


    having a baby.


    Izabe stared at her own belly, her eyes empty. She gently stroked her abdomen, silently thinking


    this baby had to pick the right parents next time.


    Her empty gaze suddenly became determined for a moment, "Presley, help me get rid of this baby,


    if you don''t want to, I can go to another hospital." Her attitude made it clear that she couldn''t have


    the baby, and no one could convince her otherwise.


    Presley withdrew his hand, staring at theputer, several images shing through his mind. "Your


    body isn''t suitable for an abortion right now. If you really insist, we can wait half a month and then


    try again, giving you time to think it through."


    She didn''t need to reconsider; Presley was just as stubborn, there was no way he would perform


    the abortion today.


    The two fell silent, Izabe stared at the examination report on the table and nced at Presley.


    That''s when she noticed that Presley''splexion was terrible, and he even had dark circles under


    his eyes.


    She had thought it was just theputer screen light making hisplexion look bad, but after a


    closer look, she realized it wasn''t.


    "Have you not been sleeping well recently?" Izabe clearly saw Presley''s face stiffen for a


    moment, and she propped her chin up, "You don’t look so good."


    Presley touched his face, "Really?"


    Izabe nodded, "You used to have such good skin, and now you have dark circles."


    "I''ve been dealing with someplicated casestely, and there are meetings every day." Presley


    exined, but his eyes seemed evasive. He took the opportunity to point to Ryker, who had been


    standing outside, sessfully changing the subject. "Who''s that guy standing out there?"


    "I just met him today too; he''s the one who brought me to the hospital."


    "He looks pretty dopey." Presley didn''t want to say "dumb," so he changed his wording to be more


    respectful.


    Izabe tactfully said, "He grew up in an orphanage and suffered a severe head injury, so he has


    some intellectual disabilities."


    So he was really dumb? "Do you want to have a brain exam for himter?"


    "That depends on what he thinks. He''s been like this for fifteen years."


    "Fifteen years?" Presley couldn''t help but frown, "That''s pretty troublesome."


    The brain is the mostplex structure in a person. If a single part is damaged, the whole system


    will fail unless that part is reced. However, some brain neurons aren''t receable.


    Izabe suddenly remembered the scene under the big tree in the orphanage and asked Presley,


    "He gives me a familiar feeling, have I met him before?"


    "If you don''t even remember, how would I know?"


    Izabe continued, "I just wanted to ask if you have any impression of him."


    Presley looked at Ryker''s face and, now that he mentioned it, the guy was quite handsome. Even


    though Presley had seen many handsome guys, he couldn''t help but be amazed.


    Presley shook his head, "I haven''t seen him, and I don''t think you have either. He was in an


    orphanage, and you never went to one when you were little."


    Izabe sighed, feeling empty inside.


    Presley entered the remaining data into theputer and saved it. "Izabe, I was nning to tell


    youter."


    "Tell me what?"


    Presley''s expression suddenly became solemn, and she felt uneasy.


    "I''m going abroad."


    "That''s sudden, for how long?"


    "I''m not sure."


    Izabe asked, "What are you going abroad for?"Property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    "Doing cancer research."


    "Is it for me?"


    Presley stopped and nced at her. "Don''t tter yourself. I''m doing it for the sake of medical


    research."


    Although he said that, Izabe still felt upset and couldn''t suppress her feelings of loss. "Why is this


    so sudden?" Doing research could take years, if not more.


    "It''s not exactly sudden, the medicine I gave you was recent research results too, you''re the first


    one to use it, so you''re sort of my test subject. By the way, after I leave, you need toe to the


    hospital every month for a blood test, it''ll be a great help to our research."


    Izabe frowned, looking unhappy. "I thought you were going abroad for me, but it turns out you''re


    just using me as a test subject. You really are a jerk sometimes."


    Presley couldn''t help butugh, pinching her cheek.


    Izabe masked the loneliness in her heart with cheerfulughter. She never thought that Presley,


    who had grown up with her, would leave her too.


    Presley''s expression was somewhat uneasy, "I''ve already arranged for a new primary care doctor


    for you. I''ve exined your condition to her, so you can find her for any medical issuester on."


    Izabe rested her head on the table, "You haven''t even left yet, and you''ve already arranged


    everything, did you have a n all along?"


    He hadn''t nned it. He had only made the decision in thest few days. The Felton family was in


    trouble because of Brett. It was unexpected, and the only thing Presley could do was flee the


    country.


    He couldn''t tell Izabe, fearing her guilt and self-me, and even more, fearing that she would bite


    off more than she could chew.


    "Enough of that, I''ll introduce you to Dr. Ameliater."