When the First Love Returned, I DiedChapter 1 I'm Dying

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"Mrs. Bailey! Mr. Bailey needs me for something." Kevin, my driver, jogged over, his words abruptly interrupting my thoughts.

"Oh, all right. I can take a taxi later," I replied, clutching the report in my hand.

"From the CT results, it appears you may have a tumor, and it's in a difficult location. I recommend you have a biopsy as soon as possible to confirm," the doctor had said.

I stood there, stunned, unable to speak, just staring blankly as the doctor's mouth moved. Perhaps he was explaining how serious my condition might be.

For half a year, I've had intermittent dizziness and headaches, sometimes even experiencing temporary blindness. I thought it was just from overworking.

My voice trembled as I asked, "If it's malignant, how much time do I have left..."

"If it's on the better side, a year or two. If it's not... maybe just a few months. Of course, as long as you actively cooperate with the treatment, we will do our best."

I didn't know how I walked out of the hospital. I confirmed the biopsy date with the doctor for next Tuesday. Monday would be the Withe's staff meeting. So, I planned to go for the biopsy on Tuesday.

I called a taxi, but it would be another 10 minutes before it arrived. I looked at the map and realized it would only take 20 minutes to walk, so I decided to walk back. It had been a while since I had strolled so leisurely.

On my way, I passed a flower shop. I went in and saw my favorite hibiscus flowers, so I bought a bouquet. They were truly beautiful. When was the last time I received flowers?

By the time I got home, it was almost six o'clock. My high heels had rubbed a layer of skin off my heels. It hurt a bit. I put on a Band-Aid casually.

"Leon, are you coming back for dinner tonight?" The other end of the phone was particularly noisy, with music and female voices mixing.

"No." Leon Bailey's cold voice came through.

"Could you..." The phone had already been hung up.

"Could you accompany me to the hospital next Tuesday? It seems you haven't been back for a long time..." I still held the posture of making a phone call and continuing to speak, but there would be no more voices coming from the phone.

"Hilda, don't cook dinner. No one will be eating tonight," I said as I went upstairs, losing my appetite for dinner.