Chapter 8

Chapter 8:
“It’s fine,” Brandon replied. “Let’s go see the doctor first.”
His face stayed calm, but something stirred in his thoughts—something brief, hard to name.
They stepped into the consultation room. Read full story at
Vivian handed over her medical record to the doctor.
The doctor read through it slowly, and frowned.
“This looks serious,” he said.
Vivian gave a faint smile. “I know,” she said quietly. Then she took a slow breath. “Please prescribe something strong for the pain.”
“In your current condition, I suggest you stay in the hospital and begin treatment,” the doctor said. “You should try. There’s still a chance we can extend your life.”
“What’s the point?” Vivian gave a sad smile.
She brushed away the tears building in her eyes, then said quietly, “I don’t want treatment.”
Brandon’s fingers curled tighter around hers.
She gave a small shake of her head.
“Doctor, I just want to spend the last phase of my life with some dignity,” she said. “So please prescribe some strong painkillers.”
The doctor sighed deeply but finally nodded in understanding.
Outside, reporters were taking photos and recording videos without pause before posting them online. People watching were emotional.
“Good heavens, this is a real person whose life is ending.”
“I cry when I’m in mild pain. I can’t imagine what late-stage cancer feels like. But she still manages to smile. She’s really strong.”
“I couldn’t hold back tears when she said she wouldn’t go through treatment. Only people who’ve faced serious illness understand this feeling.”
Public sympathy for Vivian reached its highest point.
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Vivian soon got her medicine, and as she and Brandon walked out of the hospital, Millie was sitting on a bench nearby. She was waiting for Alexia, who had gone to get the car.
Before Millie could respond to what was happening, paparazzi noticed her and rushed over.
The camera flashes came all at once.
Brandon saw her too. He frowned and asked, “What are you doing here?”
Millie stood up, glanced at Brandon, and then at Vivian’s hand resting on his arm. She didn’t speak yet.
The crowd didn’t give her the chance.
“Mrs. Watson, did you come because of what’s online? Are you trying to catch them together?”
“What do you think of your husband being out in public with someone else?”
“Mrs. Watson, what are you planning to do about Vivian?”
People quickly decided that Millie had shown up on purpose—to face Vivian directly, to start something. Even Brandon thought the same.
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