Chapter 117

Ricky addressed Irene as ‘Sis’ the instant he stepped through the front door, but Irene remained impassive, and was certainly unaffected by that title.

“Why did you want to see me?”

“You’re a doctor, aren’t you? You must know people,” Ricky said tearfully. “You have to ask them to help Dad. His condition is very serious, and he won’t survive for long if he doesn’t get surgery.”

The usually haughty boy appeared despondent, just as Irene stiffened.

She had a hunch, but it still struck her like a truck to find out that it was reality.

“What did his doctor say? What’s his condition?” she asked quietly.

“Malignant brain cancer. It’s metastasized to his lungs,” Ricky replied.

Irene was stunned. “W-What?”

“You have to get him the best doctors, Sis. There might still be hope,” Ricky cried anxiously.

Irene, however, knew that the cancer had advanced to a very late stage if it had actually begun to metastasize, and not even surgery could help much.

As she became silent, Ricky demanded, “What, are you going to do nothing?’

time to calm down. “Go home

Ricky thought that her reaction meant she was still holding a grudge against Lionel,

about your marriage, but he’s your father. He’s sick and almost dying now-are you so

sort of god? His cancer is in its late

promptly lost it and screamed, “You heartless bitch! You’ll

my own issue. Why are

ingrate! You won’t be here

frowned. Did the boy forget that he was here, yelling at Irene right

out of the mansion, and Irene did not stop them,

he was out of

matter how much spite she felt toward Lionel, her heart still ached

to call a specialist she was acquainted with, but eventually hung up because the other

my help?” Isaac

shook her

her own, and

back,” Isaac said. “If you need help, you just

him then, emotional stirring within her

woman would fall for him when he was being so

and therefore had feelings. Lowering her

to thank

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