Chapter 9

I was in so much pain and so scared.

I stayed in Boston for a week.

The medicine was no longer effective, so I had to go back to Alabama to see a doctor.

After coming out of the hospital, I felt extremely calm.

Maybe because no one in this world cared about me, so I felt like it didn't matter if I died.

I even wondered how long I would live.

The doctor said that the medicine he prescribed wouldn't last long, so I might need to rest at home.

Then I would visit another place.

After the trip, I would quietly wait to die at home.

My flight would leave at 6 o'clock in the evening.

After I finished lunch, Nathan, who hadn't contacted me for half a month, called me.

After hesitating for a moment, I still answered the call.

He asked me to meet up. Thinking that this might be our last meeting, I decided to go.

His cheeks were hollow and there were dark circles under his eyes. His handsome face was still charming, but he wasn't as lively as before.

He handed a check to me.

"Here is 10 million dollars. Thank you for taking care of me for the past three years."

My strong attachment to him suddenly subsided. When I looked down, he pulled his hand back.

I looked at him calmly.

Actually, I should be angry.

But I was about to die. I was facing a life-and-death situation here. So, those grievances became less important.

All I thought about was how good he was to me.

So I couldn't help but think for him.

I pushed the check back and said, "No need."

I'm afraid you will regret treating me like this, and you will be sad.