Third person's POV
After hearing those words, Tabitha's grip on her phone loosened.
Her phone fell to the ground with a loud "thud," startling Theodora, who was in the middle of a phone call with Orson.
She quickly ended the call and looked at Tabitha with concern, "Tabitha, are you alright?"
Tabitha's face had turned pale. "I'm fine," she replied.
Theodora picked up the phone for her, and the screen was frozen on Derek's face.
Thedora wiped the phone and handed it back to Tabitha, comforting her, "Tabitha, you don't have to worry. He doesn't know you're still alive. You need to step out of his shadow."
Theodora wondered what Derek had done to Tabitha that still frightened her so much until today.
Tabitha nodded. But she was still afraid, feeling that Derek was saying those words to her.
"No need to worry. He can't possibly know I'm still alive," Tabitha murmured to herself.
She also tried to convince herself that if Derek really knew, he wouldn't let her stay outside and would have sent someone to bring her back already.
It didn't seem in line with Derek's character. Tabitha's anxious slightly soothed.
She quickly turned off the live, blaming Derek's past influence on her for her reaction.
Tabitha's days were getting better and better.
With Orson's help, he provided her with many useful medical books, thinking that she could still be a doctor when she recovered.
In the blink of an eye, a month passed. Tabitha could already get out of bed and move around without a wheelchair.
This month, her nausea and dizziness had decreased significantly. Orson let her sneak into the hospital late at night for an MRI.
The hospital was eerily quiet in the deep night, with all the equipment sleeping. Tabitha lay down calmly. It took more than half an hour to finish.
Theodora comforted Tabitha, "Tabitha, don't worry. It will definitely be okay."
Indeed, on the way back, Orson told her the results.
"Tabitha, congratulations! Good news! The wolfsbane almost gone. You're much better now. But this thing could flare up at any time, so you have to be careful."
Finally, there was light in Tabitha's eyes.
At this moment, she was still bald, with a gaunt face. Upon hearing this answer, she suddenly wanted to cry.
The persistence of the past six months worthed a lot.
With tears in her eyes, she looked at the two of them, "Thank you."
"Don't cry. The sadder you are, the worse it is for your health. You must maintain a good mood. This is just the first step towards victory. There are many years ahead where you will have to fight it."
Theodora also wiped away her tears, saying, "Yes! Seeing you get better means our efforts haven't been in vain."
Choking with emotion, Tabitha couldn't speak. Only someone who has truly climbed back from the brink of death can understand her current feelings.
On the way home, she saw the brilliant stars in the sky, just like her current mood. She believed that soon, she would be able to see her children again.
"Dr. Romero, Dora, I've bothered you for so long. It's time for me to leave."
Upon hearing this, they both said loudly, "No! It's only been a month since your last chemotherapy. Your body has just started to recover a bit. It's dangerous for you to leave alone at this time."
For half a year, Orson, fearing something might happen to her, had Theodora take care of her. She was about to become a regular at the hospital but stopped working to take care of Tabitha. This had gone on for half a year.
They were not relatives. Tabitha had long felt guilty about it.
They had their own lives. Even if they didn't mind, she couldn't allow herself to stay here anymore.
"You're still in a condition that requires at least half a year of rest, Tabitha. After half a year, you can go wherever you want. But for now, you can't leave."