When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 26

Chapter 26



The next day, I texted Clyde's secretary, Gemma, to call in sick. I kept it vague, mentioning I had personal matters to attend to without diving into any details.

Gemma's response was brief, a simple "Okay," without further inquiry.

Being Merritt Patterson's right hand, Gemma was Clyde's most trusted assistant. So, getting her approval was as good as getting Clyde's.

After the unpleasantness of the previous day, Clyde probably thought I was being petulant and throwing a tantrum. He didn't mince his words when he texted me, stating I was absent for not taking a leave and that I'd lose my perfect attendance bonus for the month.

After doing the math, the loss wasn't as painful as I thought, so I didn't fret much about it.

Jade was already waiting for me downstairs early in the morning, holding some sandwiches. "I know you're not feeling up to eating much, but you've got to try a bit. They say chemotherapy can take a toll on you."

With a look of concern, she watched as I took big bites of the sandwich, finally breathing a sigh of relief before driving me to the hospital.

a bald head nearby. I instinctively grabbed Jade's hand tightly. Jade saw

hair during chemo. We decided to shave it off first rather than wait for it

girl nodded vigorously. "Don't worry, miss. You can wear a wig. You can find many pretty ones at the wig shop behind

be around seven or eight, blissfully unaware of the gravity of her situation, excitedly talking about the beautiful pigtails at the wig shop. Jade snorted, "Talk about a business opportunity. That shop must be

let's

opened her mouth as if to say something

that she spoke up. "Melanie, you're always the brightest star in my sky! I'll buy you the fanciest wig!" Seeing the tears in her eyes, I nodded vigorously. "I want the most expensive one. Or

touched her long hair and shook her head. "Spare

burst out laughing, the sadness we'd felt just moments before temporarily

from the chemo,

shop, I asked Jade to stop. "I want to

haircut, she agreed

barber asked for the third time, but I was determined. "Keep my hair, please. I want to make it into a wig. Your

hospital, the barber understood my situation and nodded

tears secretly while I just smiled. It was just a haircut, not

barber carefully cut and preserved my hair, offering encouragement