Chapter 452
My head buzzed.
Late-stage liver cancer? My hands turned cold.
I was concerned but never imagined it would be this severe.
How was I going to tell her? I sat there blankly as the doctor talked about the treatment plan.
He finally sighed and shook his head, saying there was little hope.
I was no longer Grace’s daughter-in-law, but she was still Ava’s grandmother.
She was the last person in the Murphy family who truly cared about Ava, and time was running out.
All I could see was Ava tightly embracing Grace.
After all, we had lived together for many years.
No matter how she treated me, those memories of living together were good.
I didn’t even know how I left the doctor’s office.
If Grace hadn’t seen me come out and called my name, I might have forgotten she was waiting outside.
“Chlo, what did the doctor say?”
She stared at me intently, looking a bit worried.
“He didn’t say much. I knew the doctor, so we talked for a while. You’ll be fine. He gave you some medicine and advised you to rest more. You should eat better, too.”
I reassured her, “I’ve got the medicine.Let me take you home now.”
“No need.I can manage on my own!”
She insisted firmly.
“I’ll get the medicine and tell you how to take it.”
I held her hand to get the medicine for her.
While sitting in the lobby, I labeled each bottle with instructions on how to use it.
Then I handed them to her.
“Take your medicine on time and get plenty of rest! If you’re feeling unwell, you can call me! Of course, when I’m not too busy!” “Alright!”
There was no trace of her earlier aggressiveness.
Now, she seemed vulnerable.
“And Ava…”
She could not stop worrying about Ava.
I thought about it and realized it was probably time to bring Ava back. Her words were proving true-she was running out of time.
“She’ll be back soon!” I said calmly.
“Let’s go, I’ll take you home!”
“I don’t…”
“I’m heading that way, anyway.Come on!”
I interrupted her polite protests.
I wasn’t really going that way, and I should have been with Ilvanna at the hospital.
But given her current condition, I couldn’t let her go home alone.
As soon as we left the hospital, I received a call from Lauren asking where I was.
I replied that I’d be there soon, then hung up and took Grace home.
I drove straight toward their neighborhood.
However, Grace tugged at my sleeve, timidly saying, “I don’t live there anymore.”
“Then where do you live?” I asked, puzzled.
She couldn’t meet my eyes.
“You…used to live in the house I’m in now.I wanted some peace.”
So she was living in our old house.
That meant the larger house had been handed over to Melanie.
I heard that after our divorce, Matthew bought a new house to balance things out with Melanie.
Why would she still want the larger house? I wanted to scoff, knowing she must have moved out to give way to Abby.
I held back those thoughts.
After all, the old lady was in such a state.
Why add to her troubles? That had to be why Grace refused to let me accompany her.
She was probably afraid I would find out about their family’s dirty secrets, and she had likely been driven to this place.
She didn’t let me go up, and I didn’t insist.
I didn’t want to go back there either.
I drove out of the complex with a heavy heart.
Just then, Atlas called to ask about the situation.
I said, “Liver cancer.”
After that, I had nothing else to say.
He fell silent, too.
Then he said, “Don’t worry too much. You should tell Matthew about the results. He’s her son and has the right to know.” “Alright.”
I had been struggling with what to do next.I didn’t know how to handle it.
Atlas gave me a very clear direction. I decisively changed my direction once again, heading straight to Ardora Construction to find Matthew.