Third person's POV
Tabitha's gaze was calm as she asked, "It was his idea, wasn't it?"
Her eyes revealed a kind of calmness after despair.
"Yes, he doesn't want to do nothing. The wolfsbane in your body is spreading rapidly. This is a desperate measure."
Chemotherapy is like a high-stakes gamble. If you win, the tumor is effectively suppressed, but if you lose, death comes more swiftly.
The most terrifying thing was that she would suffer from the torment of side effects.
Orson licked his lips and carefully explained, "He wants you to survive, Tabitha. I also hope for a miracle, just like two years ago when I declared you had only three to six months to live. But the chemotherapy worked well, and later your condition stabilized. Maybe this time..."
"Orson, I know you wanted to help me, but... I don't want to live anymore."
When Tabitha said this two years ago, her face was filled with sorrow, crushed by life with no hope in sight.
Unlike now, she seemed like someone who had weathered many storms and seen the world's splendor, with a calmness as if she had already died inside.
Like a monk who had lost the will to live, her eyes were devoid of desire or emotion, neither sad nor happy.
The harsh realities of life had gradually extinguished her will to live.
"My father is dead. His business is bankrupt. I couldn't keep my child, and even my marriage was a scam. There's no reason left in this world for me to keep living."
"Tabitha, it's not like that. Even ants struggle to survive. Why give up on yourself?"
"Orson, I'm not giving up. If the Moon Goddess truly wanted me to live, why would she let me fall into such a situation?" Tabitha refused chemotherapy and even made a gesture to shoo people away.
Derek appeared at the door of the ward, holding a DNA test report.
"If you have no reason to live, then I'll give you one," he said. Tabitha was somewhat opposed to seeing him, unsure of what tricks he was up to.
In her heart, Derek had become a symbol of deception and harm.
He handed over a report. Tabitha flipped it open to see the DNA test between her and Kyrian.
Kyrian? That should be the child who looked just like Derek.
The report showed that she was Kyrian's mother. Tabitha only glanced at it before discarding the report.
"Derek, you really spared no effort to make me have chemotherapy, even going to such lengths. With your power, it must not be difficult to fake a report, right?"
The trust had become so fragile. Her suspicion of Derek was deeply ingrained.
As Alvin had predicted, even with a test report, Tabitha didn't believe it at all.
"Tabitha, I'm not lying to you about this."
"Alright, since he's my child, why did you tell me he was dead?"
Derek squatted down in front of the bed, his posture extremely humble and pleasing. "I had my reasons, Tabitha. In any case, Kyrian is our son for sure. For his sake, please get through this ordeal. You wouldn't want Kyrian to grow up without a mother, would you?"
However, his sincere words did not move Tabitha at all. Her gaze lightly swept across his face, "It's too late. You shouldn't have lied to me when I trusted you. Those who betray others' trust do not deserve to be trusted again."
"Tabitha, what do I have to do for you to believe me? Daphne and I really have no relationship. I've never acknowledged her. You are my only mate. Believe me."
Tabitha's head ached a bit, and a scene flashed through her mind.
In the image, she was kneeling on the ground, pale, calling Derek, painfully saying, "Derek, I fell. My stomach hurts so much. Can you come back?"
How did Derek respond at that time?
He condescendingly said, "Tabitha, Daphne needs me now."
The pain from the memory was like a sharp thorn, piercing Tabitha's heart again.