“What if something happened to you today? Who am I going to settle accounts with? Gifford? After all, he's the one who gave you the news in the first place,“ Matthew argued, furiously.

“Please don't blame Gifford. Otherwise, he won't help me anymore!"

Erica stood up straight.

However, Matthew was too upset to care.

"So what?" The only person he cared about was his wife.

“Matthew, please stop making such a big deal out of it. I promise I won't do anything before you come back, okay?"

Finally, he got what he wanted and he responded with a resounding sigh of relief.

"Hmm."

The two had been talking on the phone for almost half an hour, but since Matthew had to deal with some problems at work, he had to hang up.

Erica decided to call it a night and hit the sack, but soon after, she felt a strong pang of pain in her stomach.

She tossed and turned in bed, and finally pressed the buzzer to ask the maid downstairs to bring her a glass of hot water

After slowly drinking a glass of hot water, Erica realized that it was pointless, because apart from the momentary pain relief, it did nothing else.

She racked her brain, trying to trace back what she had eaten today to see what was causing her stomach to ache so badly

The more she tried to think, the sleepier she felt. Eventually, Erica's sleepiness helped her to overcome the pain and she fell asleep.

The next morning, when she woke up and stretched her arms, there was no sign of the pain from the night before.

Erica assumed that the worst was over, until it was near noon, when the unwelcome stomachache returned. This time, the pain seemed to be more severe. In fact, not only was the pain excruciating, but she was also starting to feel nauseous. Soon after, she had no choice but to get herself checked up at the hospital.

Erica had to go through registration, inquiry, examination and other procedures.

The display screen of the hospital was broken. Moreover, Erica was busy playing with her mobile phone, so when she heard someone call her name, she grabbed her bag as quickly as she could and rushed to get the result. However, when she couldn't understand the test result, she passed it to the attending doctor and asked for an explanation.

The doctor looked at the examination result and then slowly shifted his eyes to her. Finally, he pressed her stomach a few times and suddenly asked, "Does it hurt here?"

“Ouch! Yes, it hurts a lot!" she cried.

“Are you 27 years old?"

"Yes, I am!"

The doctor drew back his hand and simply said, "Stomach cancer, stage

ETT

“Oh What? What did you say?" Erica's mind went blank even though she was staring at the doctor. Did she hear it wrong?