Furious, Matthew denied in a Low voice, "No way! How could you have gastric cancer? What kind of quack did examine you? Go and tell him that his career is over because I'm going to sue him! He will never be a doctor again in his life!"

He had been away for only two days on a business trip, and all of a sudden, he got the news that his wife had middle stage cancer. Before he left, she was just fine. How could he believe such nonsense?

“It's true. I've had a stomachache since yesterday. I went for a check-up today. Let me take a photo of the results for you." Erica knew

Matthew was having none of it, and to be honest, she was having a hard time believing the results herself! But what was the point of it? The fact that she had cancer wouldn't change just because they refused to believe it.

“Send it to me!" Matthew ordered and hung up the phone.

Next, Erica took a photo of the exam results and immediately sent it to

Matthew.

The moment he got it, Matthew swiped his finger down the photo, ignoring the bunch of words on the top. Reaching the bottom row, he read the results, which confirmed that Erica had middle stage gastric mucus cancer.

The report was made at the Alorith First General Hospital. The names of the gastroscopy operator and the attending doctor were also on it.

Putting his phone away, Matthew took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

As he stared at the view outside the window, he took a drag on the cigarette.

When Owen came over, he found his boss smoking. He then whispered to him, "Matthew, Dave is waiting for you."

Matthew didn't say anything. He simply took another drag on the cigarette.

Once it was about to burn out, he managed to suppress the panic he felt in his heart before he stubbed it out in the trash beside him. Finally, he said in a hoarse voice, “Put the contract with Dave aside and book the earliest flight to Alorith. We need to go back as soon as possible."

Caught off guard, Owen did not resist asking, "Matthew, has something happened in Alorith? The contract with Dave will be signed soon..."

Matthew nodded.

"I'll tell Dave about it myself. You arrange a car for the airport right now. We can't wait any Longer."

Noticing that something serious must have happened, Owen didn't dare to insist more.

"Yes, Matthew."

The moment he had everything settled, Matthew left the company and dialed Erica's number. He wanted to calm her down before she did anything stupid.

Absent-mindedly, Erica drove straight to a river nearby. The phone kept ringing, but only after several rings did she come back to her senses.

Pulling over, she got out of the car and answered the phone without giving Matthew a chance to say anything first.

"Matthew, I've calmed down already. In fact, I'm grateful for the opportunity I got to be

Wesley and Blair's daughter, your wife, and the mother of my four sons.

I'LL come into terms with my dying. Well, I guess there is a next life, right?"