Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes-Chapter 455: She Doesn’t Need Pity

Upon hearing this.

Mrs. Allen, with reddened eyes, couldn’t help but say, "It’s my fault, I failed to give her a healthy body, let her suffer the same illness as me, and didn’t take good care of her since childhood, leading to this. If I could use my heart for her, I really want to swap it for hers!"

Mr. Allen held back the agitated Mrs. Allen, "Now is not the time for us to blame ourselves, we need to figure out a way to save her first."

For ordinary people, waiting for a suitable heart match is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Someone like Nancy Allen, with this blood type, virtually has no hope.

Ian Bailey sighed and said, "Right now, we can only conservative treatment, immunotherapy, targeted drug therapy, biological therapy, during this period, do our best to nurture her body to see if it can withstand the intensity of surgery. If it really doesn’t work, there’s also an injection that can forcefully mobilize her immune system, but it will accelerate the aging of her body cells. It can be used if necessary, to gamble whether it can support through the surgery."

After hearing this, everyone fell silent again.

Cancer, truly a word that fills one with despair just by hearing it.

To endure so much pain and in the end, it’s still a gamble.

Mr. and Mrs. Allen cried.

Emma Lewis clenched her teeth tightly.

Robert Reed suddenly slapped himself, as if he was sad about having hit Nancy Allen before.

No matter how wealthy or powerful one is, in the face of desperate illness, they are still just helplessly struggling.

At this moment, someone pushed open the conference room door.

Nancy Allen, wearing a fleece pajama but only socks on her feet, stood at the door like a lost little rabbit, anxiously said, "Can I not undergo chemotherapy, can I just have the surgery? My heart can hold up."

The frequent side effects of chemotherapy, just thinking about those pains, made Nancy want to escape.

No one expected Nancy to appear suddenly.

Godfery Shaw, sitting at the head seat, immediately got up and walked towards Nancy, directly picked her up, and sat back down placing her on his lap, affectionately scolding, "Who let you not wear shoes, although it’s spring, the weather is still a bit cold."

"I couldn’t find my shoes." After speaking, Nancy looked at Godfery Shaw and asked again, "Can I go straight for surgery?"

Godfery Shaw softly replied, "You can."

The conference room instantly exploded into chaos.

"You can’t, her heart can’t hold up."

"This is a matter of life and death, the child is naive, but Godfery Shaw, are you too?"

"Nancy, don’t be ridiculous, it’s not something that will hold up just by you saying so."

Everyone opposed, but Godfery Shaw just gently looked at Nancy.

Nancy met Godfery Shaw’s gaze, suddenly pursed her lips, this liar, he promised that even if something happened to her, he would live well, but at this moment his eyes clearly said, go ahead with the surgery if you want, if it’s successful we will live together, if not, I’ll accompany you.

So many people and things in this world entangled Nancy Allen.

Making it impossible for her to be carefree and not care about everyone’s feelings by rejecting treatment, nor could she be willful and undergo surgery pulling Godfery Shaw into death with her.

Nancy dejectedly lowered her head and said, "Alright, I’ll undergo chemotherapy..."

Godfery Shaw just gently looked at her, as if he agreed no matter what decision Nancy made.

...

Nancy rested for two days.

During these two days, she clearly felt that everyone in the Imperial Garden treated her with a cautious attitude.

They didn’t even dare to look at her, and when they accidentally met her gaze, there was pity in their eyes.

This attitude made it impossible for Nancy to pretend she was okay.

She locked herself in the room, unwilling to face anyone.

The future was bewildering and painful.

Sometimes she wondered, with so many people in the world, why did it have to be her who got sick?

Unable to understand, she buried herself in the quilt, finding it less painful to fall asleep.

During these two days.

Renowned doctors continuously came to the Imperial Garden, and Robert Reed moved a lab of an old friend from abroad here.

Everyone was using their resources to try to arrange the best medical care for Nancy.

At this moment, the medical staff and equipment in the Imperial Garden were even more powerful than those in international medical research institutes.

Within two days, they quickly established the most suitable chemotherapy plan according to Nancy’s physical condition.

Nancy’s body was really frail, getting sick at the slightest breeze, adjusting to be able to perform major surgery was undoubtedly a tremendous challenge.

Before Nancy underwent chemotherapy, the conference room was once again filled with people.

This time, it was not just the core few; Godfery Shaw’s confidants, bodyguards, and stewards were all present.

Godfery Shaw stood up, seriously addressing everyone, "I called everyone here because I have something to say, I hope you all can maintain a normal attitude towards Nancy, Nancy is emotionally sensitive, our emotions will affect her, reasonable care is sufficient, she doesn’t need pity, and nothing will happen to her."

Godfery Shaw’s words were so firm that it left everyone a bit awestruck.

Everyone in the conference room solemnly nodded.

Godfery Shaw then looked towards Mr. and Mrs. Allen and Robert, "Father-in-law, Mother-in-law, Mr. Reed, in the coming period, I’d like you to stay at the Imperial Garden with the children, Nancy now needs more people to accompany her."

Godfery Shaw actually wished he could be the only one with Nancy.

But he knew these people were important spiritual pillars for Nancy; she needed them at this time.

Mr. and Mrs. Allen naturally nodded in agreement.

Robert Reed hesitated a bit because of Sophie Allen.

Godfery Shaw calmly said to Robert Reed, "Mr. Reed, I’m Godfery Shaw."

Robert Reed was stunned, sizing up Godfery Shaw, and then looked at Emma Lewis.

Emma Lewis nodded to Robert Reed, "Yes, Godfery Shaw is back."

Robert Reed finally nodded in agreement, it was indeed appropriate to have Sophie accompany Nancy.

Nancy was about to start chemotherapy soon, Robert Reed immediately went to Ink Manor to bring Sophie and Emily Allen over.

Sophie, being young, was very happy and held Robert Reed’s hand asking, "Grandpa, are we going to live with Mom from now on?"

Robert Reed nodded.

Emily Allen, being older, wasn’t so easily convinced. She felt something was wrong upon hearing they were moving to the Imperial Garden.

Once at the Imperial Garden, Emily saw her father and grandparents were all present, realizing something indeed had happened.

Emily walked towards Victor, whispering, "Father, what’s going on."

Victor wore a bitter expression, not expecting Emily to guess something wrong before even sitting down.

Afraid she might say something inappropriate, Victor had no choice but to tell Emily, "Your aunt is ill, so everyone is staying at the Imperial Garden to be with her."

"What illness?"

"It’s just normal..."

"Don’t lie to me!"

"Stomach cancer."

Upon learning Nancy’s condition, Emily’s face turned as cold as when she was a child five years ago, unwilling to speak to anyone.

Victor quickly pulled Emily to a corner, whispering, "Emily, we’re at the Imperial Garden to fight the disease with your aunt, not to let our emotions affect her. We didn’t plan to tell the children, but you’re too smart to hide it from, so don’t let Sophie know. Little Sophie is the happiest now, and your aunt needs that happiness."