“He signed the consent form for your surgery and medical emergency notice. So he already knows about your illness.”
“Micah, can you prepare a medical report concealing this from him? Maybe because she had been unconscious for so long, Elisa’s voice was so hoarse it was barely audible. But Micah understood what she meant.
Micah frowned, puzzled. “You like him, so why not tell him about your illness and make things clear?”
“It’s because I like him that I won’t tell him.”
“Don’t you want him to care about you more, to feel distress for you?”
Elisa shook her head, suppressing the bitterness in her heart. How could Hamish possibly feel distress for her? If he knew she was nearing death, he’d probably set off fireworks to celebrate finally getting rid of her.
Besides, even if he felt distress, it would only be out of pity for a dying person.
The princess of the Powell family never needed pity.
“My divorce from him is set anyway. His concern is unimportant to me. What’s more, I’m already dying, so I may as well depart quietly.” Elisa slowly closed her eyes, her expression utterly tranquil.
Micah’s heart ached painfully. “No, that won’t happen. New drugs to specifically treat stomach cancer are being researched domestically. What you see as a terminal illness is just a minor problem in researchers’ eyes. Once the drug is available, you’ll recover.”
Elisa’s lips moved slightly as she uttered very softly, “Micah, I’m quite indifferent to life and death. I even feel death would be a relief, an escape. My only worry is still burdening you after death, having you donate all my organs, cremate what’s left, and scatter the ashes into the sea.”
“Don’t talk nonsense!” Micah’s eyes were reddening as he stared fixedly at her.
Elisa smiled faintly. “I’m not being silly. I’ve been trapped in the Powell family my whole life without ever going out to see the world. After death, I’d like my ashes to ride the ocean currents and see more of the outside world.”
Without realizing it, her eyes grew wet. Micah took out a tissue and wiped away her tears. “Don’t speak of death when you’re still alive. If you really want to travel, after the divorce I’ll take time off to go with you. I’ll keep it from Hamish. I just hope that if he finds out you deceived him, he won’t…”
“What more could he do? I’m already used to it.”
Micah frowned. “Used to it?”
Elisa then realized she had said too much.
Elisa hurriedly changed the subject. “Go take care of your work. I’m fine here with just a caregiver.”
Seeing her reluctance to say more, Micah didn’t press further either. He arranged for a caregiver, gave instructions, then left the room.
Elisa stared out the window.
Being used to it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. The wounds Hamish inflicted on her heart couldn’t be soothed like external injuries just by applying medicine. Just the thought made her heart rend painfully.
Hamish stood in the smoking area, cigarettes piling up in the receptacle. He didn’t know if they were his or were already there.
The white hallway lights illuminated Hamish’s handsome, chiseled features, accentuating his coldness. Hearing footsteps behind him, Hamish flicked away his cigarette and turned to see Micah approaching.
He brushed off the ash on his clothes and walked straight over. “How is Elisa?”
His tone was icy again, as if the anguished man outside the operating room two days ago hadn’t been him.
Micah said sarcastically, “She’ll live two more days as long as you don’t go in there and upset her.”