Chapter 298


    I spent every second of the past four days praying that Christopher would wake up sooner, but when he


    finally did, I could not bring myself to see him. No matter how much I hate Monica, I had to admit that


    what she said was true.


    I knew she had no ill intentions, but with just a few words, she had managed to change my mind. It


    would be easier for Christopher to ept my death if they told him I died on the ind.


    If he knew I died because of a terminal illness—and that he was the cause—he would never walk out of


    the guilt.


    Behind the door, I could hear Christopher struggling to speak with his weak voice.


    “Where is Yvonne? She was with me on the ind. Did you see her, Mom? She’s the girl who gave you


    walnut cookiesst time.”


    “Chris…” Julia was hesitant.


    “She’s my wife, Mom. She did everything she could to save me. Please, tell me where she is now.”


    Christopher was getting agitated. His voice became more assertive, but it soon broke into a violent


    cough.


    “Calm down, Chris. She’s still resting in her ward. I’ll bring you over to see her when you’re feeling


    better, is that okay?”


    “No, I want to see her now. How can I rest here without knowing she’s doing fine?”


    A loud thud followed right after, and amotion ensued. Julia and Gordon were shouting, and the


    noise grew louder as it got closer to the door. I grabbed Darius’ hand, preventing him from opening it.


    I recalled how determined I was when I told Monica I would stick to Christopher even in death, but now


    that I heard his voice, I knew I loved him too much to let him go through the pain of watching me die.


    Christopher was my guardian angel. He treated me like a gem and protected me over and over again. I


    was the first thing that came to his mind after he woke up. There was no way I could let someone like


    him suffer because of me.


    “What’s the matter?” Darius asked.


    I closed my eyes as tears flowed down my cheeks. I covered my mouth, hoping Christopher would not


    hear me. “Bring me back to my room. I don’t want to see him,” I said, tugging Darius on his hand.


    Darius was evidently surprised at my request. He asked if that was really what I wanted, and I insisted


    with feigned calm. The moment I got back to my room, however, Ipletely lost it.


    I kept telling myself life was good. I had a man who loved me dearly, and I had everything anyone ever


    wanted in life. It was just that my joy was short-lived. I should not be so selfish as to bring the person I


    loved most with me down the vortex of misery.


    “Chris is really worried. Are you sure you don’t want to see him?”N?velDrama.Org copyrighted ? content.


    “Darius, I only have three more months to live. There’s nothing I can do to make Christopher feel


    better.”


    Darius watched me silently, not knowing what to say.


    My body was still shaking uncontrobly although I had stopped crying. I took a deep breath and turned


    toward Darius, saying, “Don’t tell Christopher about my illness.”


    “But it’ll just be a matter of time before he finds out. He’s a smart guy. There’s no way we can hide your


    condition from him.”


    I scooped the nket in my embrace and held on tightly to it, shaking my head. “Don’t even tell him I


    survived. Just say I died on the ind, my body was washed away by the tides, and no one ever found


    me. It will be easier for him to ept that I died on the ind.”


    “Ms. Tanner, you don’t have to do this.” Darius then said after a sigh, “You don’t have to shoulder this


    on your own. Chris is a responsible man. He will go through this with you till the very end.”


    “Do you know how difficult it is for me to ept my sickness? How can I put Christopher through the


    same thing and demand that he watch me die in his embrace? It will be better for him to not see me at


    all. He will forget about me very soon anyway.”