Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes-Chapter 459: Wanting to Preserve the Last Bit of Dignity
Nancy Allen was held by Sophie Allen and led toward the door. Was there a New Year gift awaiting her?
At the entrance, she saw a pumpkin carriage that resembled one from a fairy tale.
Sophie’s eyes sparkled as she said, "Ta-da! Surprised, Princess Mom? This is the pumpkin carriage we’ve prepared for you."
Godfery Shaw, who had unknowingly changed into a knight’s attire, knelt on one knee and extended his hand, inviting, "Noble Princess, please step aboard. We are off to deliver blessings to everyone in the Imperial Garden."
It’s hard for those who haven’t seen it with their own eyes to imagine Godfery Shaw doing such things.
What might easily come across as cheesy was carried out by Godfery with an admirable grace.
Nancy Allen slowly walked over and placed her hand in Godfery’s palm, which was genuinely warm.
She was helped onto the carriage, seated like a princess on a journey in her pumpkin carriage. No wonder the children insisted she wear a princess gown.
Hailey Smith was the coachman, Godfery was the knight, and Sophie and Emily Allen sat in the back like two flower girls with baskets of candies and red envelopes.
Looking at Godfery beside her, Nancy asked, "Why are you the knight and not the prince?"
Staring into Nancy’s eyes, Godfery replied earnestly, "Because a knight always protects the princess."
In those eyes, there was both Godfery Shaw and Julius Shaw.
Originally, such a blending of personalities might have taken Nancy a long time to adjust to, but after falling ill, it seemed less significant. He was still him, a more complete version of him.
Nancy blinked and suddenly leaned in close, saying, "But the prince will marry the princess, won’t he?"
Startled by Nancy’s sudden proximity, Godfery struggled to maintain his serious demeanor, feeling slightly uncomfortable yet unwilling to move away. With deep emotions in his eyes, he said, "Nancy, let’s have another wedding."
Godfery proposed holding the wedding again.
Because of the initial surrogate marriage, Godfery always wanted to give Nancy a proper wedding.
Nancy paused, realizing she shouldn’t joke about it to lighten the mood. She straightened up and said nothing.
Oh, Godfery, why bother?
Knowing her condition and the bleak future ahead, why deepen the pain with a wedding?
Thankfully, the somber atmosphere didn’t last long as the carriage came to a halt.
Apart from the main house, the Imperial Garden is vast, with a winery, tea gardens, orchards, and a racetrack, naturally manned by many caretakers.
Godfery, who usually wouldn’t indulge in delivering personal blessings to everyone, did so just to surprise Nancy.
At each stop, they handed out candies and red envelopes to the workers and said, "Happy New Year."
Nancy was surrounded by them, like a real princess.
Godfery gently guarded his princess.
Others watched from afar.
Unable to hold back a sigh.
"Such a wonderful person, why must she fall ill?"
"She’ll get better. It’s New Year, everyone cheer up."
But cheering up is easier said than done when dealing with such a heavy heart.
Nancy’s illness felt like a stone pressing on everyone’s heart, unbearably heavy.
...
After the New Year.
The medical team proposed several supportive treatment plans again.
Nancy’s body couldn’t withstand frequent chemotherapy, so the next session was scheduled for five weeks later.
In the meantime, they couldn’t do nothing. She began taking other medications and needed regular interferon injections to aid the treatment.
No matter how hard the experts researched, these anti-cancer and antiviral drugs inevitably had side effects.
For instance, interferons are like assassins injected into the body, targeting viruses but also harming normal cells.
Despite the efforts of so many expert teams to reduce these side effects, they couldn’t be entirely avoided.
To minimize these side effects, the dosage was light, requiring short intervals between repeated injections. Nancy needed one every other day.
Nancy didn’t resist and accepted quietly.
Since she agreed to cooperate with the treatment, she would endure even her aversion to needles.
After a period of injections, both of Nancy’s arms were covered in needle marks. Before one such injection, a nurse hesitated and asked, "Madam, interferon can be injected into the upper arm, abdomen, or buttocks. Can we switch to a different location?"
Nancy shook her head in refusal, "The arm is fine."
The nurse hesitated, "But the arm has developed some hardened nodules and is really unsuitable for further injections."
Nancy persisted, "It’s okay, just administer it there."
The nurse, left with no other option, complied with Nancy’s choice.
Nancy didn’t want to expose other parts of her body to others, whether abdomen or buttocks, she refused, stubbornly trying to maintain the last bit of dignity in her suffering.
During this period, Nancy thought carefully: if, in the end, the treatment proved futile, she didn’t want to be bedridden in pain, paralyzed, and facing problems even with eating or basic needs.
Terminal illnesses often strip away dignity.
At that point, she would ask Godfery for euthanasia.
She wanted to die with dignity.
But the interferon injections shouldn’t always be in the same place, and Nancy’s arms were indeed unsuitable for further injections.
The nurse, unable to persuade Nancy, shared the situation with others downstairs.
Knowing the importance of this lady and seeing all the industry leaders present, she knew no errors were permissible. She was there because she was sufficiently qualified.
The issue with the injections was immediately reported to everyone.
Mrs. Allen, upon hearing, burst into tears, "Might as well stop the treatment. Before this, she was okay, but after only a short treatment, she’s... she’s been tormented to such an extent, she’s lost weight, and there is no place left on her arms for injections."
The medical team was silent.
The cancer cells hadn’t spread and were controlled quite well.
But, given Nancy’s body and the medication, they had no better solution.
Just like a body with limited energy, robbing Peter to pay Paul, they had to prioritize the most severe issues.
Ian Bailey personally brewed traditional medicines daily, trying his best to nurture her body, otherwise, Nancy’s condition would have been even worse. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
The principal head of the medical team sighed, "If it doesn’t work, we’ll have to switch plans again, but frequent changes would require her body to readjust, causing new harm."
At this point, Godfery suddenly stood up and said to the nurse, "Come with me."
The nurse became slightly nervous, "Mr. Shaw, I know my interferon injections haven’t been perfect, but I’ve tried to persuade the lady."
Godfery calmly replied, "No need to worry. Nancy just rejects strangers approaching her, I’ll learn to inject other sites and do it myself for her in the future."
The nurse’s eyes widened in surprise.
Others also gazed at Godfery in astonishment.
Facing everyone’s gaze, Godfery declared seriously, "She repels others, so I’ll do it!"
