"We're so close now. We can't let all our years of hard work go to waste just because I'm not feeling well. Pay them off first, and then we'll work together to get it back, okay?"
I gently stroked Blake's cheek, my heart filled with love.
"In this world, I have no family left. You have to take care of yourself. Our good days are just around the corner. Please don't think about ending it all again—I couldn't bear it."
I pulled Blake into my arms, and once again, the tears flowed.
"I won't, I'll never leave you. After this, we'll get married, have lots of kids, and when we're old, we'll find a quiet village, build a little cabin, and spend the rest of our days together, away from the world."
With a tender kiss, the tension between us eased.
The $700,000 was finally put together, and the money was transferred to Blake's account.
Soon, he wouldn't have to endure the crushing weight of his father's massive gambling debt anymore.
But I was scared—scared I wouldn't live to see that day.
A while back, while I was working, I suddenly had a severe nosebleed and then lost consciousness.
When I woke up, I was in the hospital.
After tests, I was diagnosed with brain cancer. With aggressive treatment, I have a 3% chance of survival.
In the best-case scenario, I had about three months left.
I wanted to spend them with Blake, making the most of the time we had.
But just as I was looking forward to our future, fate struck again.
One day, my boss sent me to another venue in the city.
I was taken to a private club, where I saw Blake.
Or rather, Ellis Lane, the only son of the Lane Group.
He was lounging on a sofa, casually waving his hand as the DJ picked up the mic with perfect timing.
"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's expenses are all on Mr. Lane! Let's hear it!"
