The thought of her parents brought back so many memories. Genuine tears streamed down her face this time.

It was the first time Blair had spoken of her parents after they had passed away. Wesley felt a prick in his heart as she wept.

“Don't be silly. I'll take you to a different hospital for another examination.

I've never heard of this Dr. Zaria before. She must be a quack. You'll be fine." If Blair really was sick, Wesley planned on taking her to the best doctor in the world. He would spare no cost in her treatment as long as there was still hope.

Her tears stained his clothes. Those were real tears. She missed her parents. And she was also moved by Wesley's genuine concern.

He held her quietly so that she could let out all her sadness. His heart ached as she sobbed uncontrollably in his arms.

After a while, Blair wiped her eyes, which were red from crying, and said to him, "I'm okay now. Thank you for being here with me. You have work to do. Go now. Don't worry about me. I'll put on a smile and make the rest of my life meaningful, no matter how short it is."

“I'm not busy." He wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumbs.

“Don't give up. Medical technology is highly advanced now and we have medicines for most diseases. There will be a cure for you.

I will find it."

“Hmm. Thank you, Wesley," she said sincerely.

Blair lay down to take a nap. During this time, Wesley went to the nurses' station and asked, "Where is Dr. Zaria's office?"

The nurse being asked blinked as she paged through some medical records.

"Dr. Zaria is off the clock. And she's taking the next couple of days off. She won't be here until two days later."

‘What?!' Wesley couldn't believe the nerve of that doctor. ‘Her patient is going through the darkest moment of her life, and she decided to take a vacation? This lady is the most irresponsible doctor I've ever heard of.’

He fished out his phone from his pants pocket and called Carlos.

"I need a favor."

"Shoot," said Carlos. He was just about to get on a plane for a business trip.

“Find me the best hepatologist you know."

“What's wrong? Who's sick?" Carlos asked.

“Blair. Terminal Liver cancer,"

Wesley replied after a pause. Carlos was silent for a moment.

“I'll put

Emmett on it."

"Thanks."