Reclaiming the CEO's Heart

Chapter 36 She Decided to Stop the Treatment

Chapter 36 She Decided to Stop the Treatment

Avery counted until he got into the car, yet he did not turn back, not even once.

Forgotten by everyone, Avery remained motionless on the ground. Although the after-effects of

chemotherapy had diminished a lot from their initial intensity, she was weak. The fall a moment ago

seemed to have shattered her bones.

John and the others went to see Jacob off. Madison used to be there, but she had left. After her

departure, the huge mansion seemed empty.

There was a light dusting of snow. The icy coldness surrounded Avery, and she felt her hands and feet

freezing.

How she wished someone could come to her rescue, no matter who that person might be.

Her bag was just a short distance away, but she was too weak to even flip over and grab her phone.

She could only watch the snowflakes flying in the air as tears silently slid down her cheeks. She

whispered and counted, "885, 886...."

As Avery counted to 1038, she felt much better and slowly propped herself up with her other hand to

get to her feet.

At this moment, she was freezing all over, and by the time the car she hailed arrived, her nose was red

from the cold. She couldn't hold her injured hand up, so she extended the other one to breathe on it.

"Miss, it's really cold, huh? Are you going to the hospital alone? It's so late now. You should be careful.

It's better to have your family with you. You're so pretty. There have been reports of single girls going

missing recently."

The driver noticed that she was going to the hospital alone at this late hour and reminded her.

Avery put her hand down. The car's heater gradually warmed her up. She looked at the scenery, which Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

was passing by quickly outside, and a faint smile crept upon her lips. "Thanks, sir. I'm fine. My relatives

will come in a while."

She didn't have any family left in this world, though.

Luckily, Nicholas should have gotten off work at this hour. Avery had reserved an appointment with a

doctor on duty.

When she pushed open the door of the doctor's office, she saw a familiar face.

Nicholas, who was in a white coat, was having his head down, and the silver-framed glasses on his

nose made him look more refined.

Avery didn't expect him to be on duty tonight. If she turned and left now, it would seem too obvious that

she was avoiding him. Just as she hesitated, Nicholas looked up at her.

His dark eyes behind the lenses showed a hint of joy and surprise when he caught sight of her, and it

quickly turned into concern.

Nicholas didn't think Avery was here to visit him in the middle of the night. He stood up and greeted her,

asking, "What's wrong with you?"

Perhaps because it was too cold or something, Avery's hand felt numb, and she didn't have any other

feelings.

She did not hesitate anymore and responded, "Nicholas, my hand is injured."

When Nicholas heard that her hand with a PORT was injured, his face changed dramatically. "Come

on! Let me take a look! You've studied medicine. You should know that if the PORT comes off, it can

mess with your heart contractions and put your life at risk."

It was quite a big deal. Avery had been taking good care of her arm these days. What had happened

today was just too sudden and completely out of her expectations.

Nicholas immediately started examining her, and fortunately, the PORT hadn't come off. He let out a

sigh of relief.

Avery asked, "Nicholas, can you help me remove the PORT?"

"Remove it? But you still have a few rounds of chemotherapy to go."

Avery met his worried eyes and spoke in a calm tone, "I've decided to stop it."

"As I mentioned before, you're in fine whack, and it's highly likely that you'll survive after the treatment,"

Nicholas persuaded.

Avery's face was ghostly pale. She said weakly, "Nicholas, I'm giving up."