Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！-Chapter 553: Give Me 1 Month
"I’m saying hypothetically, brother, if I really died with unfulfilled dreams in this world, I’d be in agony. Even on the operating table, I wouldn’t be at peace to accept surgery. Brother, give me a month, and after a month, I’ll willingly undergo treatment. That’ll be better for a healthy recovery, won’t it?"
Jorge Saxton looked at Ariel Morris’s face, his gaze deep and unfathomable, and after a moment, he gently parted his thin lips to ask, "Why a month? What can’t you fulfill? Tell me, I’ll help you achieve it! You just need to calmly undergo surgery! Everything else is up to your brother!"
He just reunited with his sister, and he won’t allow any mistakes!
Ariel Morris bit her lip, looking at Jorge Saxton, "Brother, Arlo has already arranged for us to marry in Dublin on Christmas, but now my body has toxins. If I don’t fulfill my youthful promise to marry him, I’ll feel terrible! Brother, marrying Arlo is my biggest dream in my life, and I’m about to undergo treatment with life and death uncertain. Could you consider Arlo? If I don’t appear as the bride at the wedding, what would he do? Brother, give me a month to arrange everything, and then I’ll accept treatment and surgery! Even if I die on the operating table, I will have no regrets! Is that okay?"
Jorge Saxton’s brow showed coldness as he looked at Ariel Morris, his voice icy: "From what you said, Arlo still doesn’t know that something’s wrong with your health?"
Ariel Morris hesitated for a moment, and slowly nodded. Seeing her brother’s frosty expression, she quickly explained, "I didn’t tell Arlo! It’s not Arlo’s fault! Brother, can you grant me this once? Give me a month!"
Jorge Saxton’s gaze grew colder and clearer, his thin lips pressed into a cold line, chilling and intimidating: "A month later won’t be Christmas! You can’t be Arlo’s bride then! Why are you so stubborn about needing a month? Explain clearly!"
Ariel Morris shook her head, her eyes misting with tears, looking at Jorge Saxton with reddened eyes, pleading: "Please, brother, give me a month! If I hadn’t told you today about my condition, you wouldn’t know, right? But I chose to be honest with you, brother. I don’t want you to worry, nor do I want Arlo to worry. Please, give me a month, alright?"
If something happens to you within this month, where does that leave me? I can’t agree!"
Jorge Saxton’s anger reached its peak, and he could not understand Ariel Morris’s stubborn insistence on waiting a month for treatment, leading him to yell in frustration.
Ariel Morris sat on the sofa, silent for a moment, before she suddenly spoke softly, "Then I won’t receive treatment."
"Do you know what you’re saying?!" Jorge Saxton’s anger intensified, "Do you think you’re a three-year-old child? Have you thought about your brother’s feelings? Why are you being selfish?! If something happens to you, how should your brother explain to our late mother?! How can I ever find peace in this life?!"
Facing Jorge Saxton’s anger, Ariel Morris’s eyes grew even more red: "Brother, I only need one month! Yes! I’m afraid, I’m afraid of dying on the operating table!"
"Brother, I’m still young and I don’t want to die! I haven’t even married the man I love, how can I even think of dying?" Ariel Morris suddenly broke down and cried on the sofa.
"With toxins in my body, what can I do? I feel lost and helpless, terrified and scared! But it’s useless! Brother, recently I haven’t been sleeping well at all! My mind is filled with thoughts that if I really died, you and Arlo would surely be devastated! And I simply can’t let go of you both!"
