Let go of me, Sir
Jessy strong.

Jessy staggered backwards. A ten minute walk takes twenty minutes. There was no heating in the villa, and the spacious room was cold.

Jessy took off her high heels and staggered into the bathroom. Jessy filled the bathtub half full of hot water and soaked in it quietly, with her bright red dress all over the bathtub like blinding blood, making her face pale.

Jessy closed her eyes and drowned her face in the water. A short breath took away all his senses. After a while, Jessy could not help but open her mouth. When there was no water flowing into his mouth, he almost wanted to vomit.

He poked his head out of the water, his eyes red. Jessy crawled over the bathtub, her stomach wrapped around, her mouth stiffened open, her upper body twitching uncontrollably. Jessy doesn't eat all day, and all she regurgitates is yellow gastric juice. His throat hurts and his eyes water.

In the end, Jessy rubbed her aching eyes and saw blood on the ground. A bitter and mocking smile spread in Jessy's eyes filled with despair.

Jessy took off her red dress and wiped the blood on the ground. He couldn't let Marco see his blood.

It's getting dark. He went to the back of the bedroom and threw himself onto the bed. He can't sleep. When Jessy does not know she is sick, she fantasizes about the future. But now no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.

He lost everything. He liked Marco before, and now he's desperate. He seemed to have shed all the tears in his life today. Jessy put her hand on her chest and sneered bitterly. "It's a stomach disease. Why does my heart hurt?"

The phone in his bag was shaking. Jessy stood up, opened her handbag, and pulled out her phone as quickly as possible. When Jessy saw the caller ID on the screen, she seemed to lose all her strength.

"That's not Marco.." she thought bitterly, "Jessy, stop thinking about it."

Jessy stared blankly at the phone for a while before answering.

"Antona." Jessy's voice raspy.

Antonio grew up with Jessy. They are not related but very close. When Jessy was a child, she lived in Balan for a long time. For Jessy, Antonio is like his older brother.

On the phone, Antonio asked anxiously, "Jessy, why is your voice hoarse? Are you sick?!"

"I got in the wind. My voice was hoarse when I woke up after taking a nap ..."

Before Jessy could finish, Antonio cut her off on the phone. "Jessy, are you going to lie to me? Did you forget I was a doctor? I know from your voice that you cry when you catch a cold."

Jessy was at a loss for words and laughed bitterly.

Antonio asked, "Jessy, can you tell me why you're crying?"

Jessy started on the wooden floor with the phone in hand. No one likes to show their weakest parts. Jessy shook her head and refused, "No!"

Antonio dumbfounded. Antonio knows Jessy's stubborn. If Jessy didn't want to say it, no one would hear the truth from her.

Antonio could only change the subject. "What's your medical report?"

Jessy pursed her lips. "I'm in good health."

Antonio said, "If you don't want to tell me, I'll go to the hospital to check it out myself. After all, I'm qualified to check your medical report."

"I made a mistake." Jessy grumbled in her heart.

"Tell me or let me check it out for myself. Choose one." Antonio forced Jessy.

It suddenly became so quiet that Jessy could hear her breathing. Jessy was telling the truth, "Cancer. I have stage IV stomach cancer."

Antonio surprised.

She seemed to be holding something back, and Jessy heard her messy breathing over the phone.

"How is this possible, you are still very young." Antonio muttered to himself, his voice slowly choking.

Jessy can feel Antonio's sadness even over the phone. Antonio is sad for him. Jessy was glad that anyone cared about her before she died.

"Come to the hospital and I'll check on you again."

Jessy refused. "The results are the same no matter how many times I do the examination. Antonio, I know my own condition. Maybe this is what I deserve."

"Omong empty! Jessy, you have to listen to me. Come to the hospital, you'll be fine." Antonio's voice was filled with sadness. As an expert on this disease, Antonio knows how serious the disease is and how painful the stomach ache is.

How could Jessy be so sick?

Antonio doesn't know how to persuade Jessy. Jessy wants to live, but she doesn't have much time left. He was advised to stay in the hospital for a few more years or stop taking medication. In short he's dying.

"Jessy, you have to divorce Marco. Look what he's done to you over these four years."

Divorcement... Jessy never thought about divorcing Marco. For Jessy, Marco is everything. He tried everything he could to keep Marco by his side, but he couldn't.

Jessy tightened her grip on her phone, her knuckles turning white. "I'll think about it."

It was painful to divorce Marco. It wasn't easy.

Antonio tells Jessy to go to the hospital again the next day. Jessy promised but didn't take it seriously.

In addition to Marco's wife, Jessy also served as president of the Lawrence Group. He handles a lot of work every day.

With incredible endurance, Jessy can move forward under high pressure, but this may be the last.

After hanging up, Jessy threw her phone at the bedside table. Her stomach hurt and Jessy was afraid she couldn't sleep tonight. Jessy opened the drawer and took out two bottles of medicine, one for painkillers, the other for sleeping pills. After eating the pills, he fell on the bed.

Maybe because of drugs, Jessy often has nightmares. His chest felt heavy and he could not breathe. Jessy shook her head, speaking nonsense in her sleep, and as she struggled to get up, she was surprised to realize that it was Marco who was holding her back.