Wrong Love, Final Goodbye: She'll Never Look Back-Chapter 333: One Month
Tanya Sinclair was not a deep sleeper, and when Declan Pierce picked her up, she stirred slightly in her sleep. But once she caught the scent of Declan, she allowed herself to drift back into a peaceful slumber.
It was only when she was placed in the car that Tanya lazily opened her eyes.
"Sleep a bit more. I’ll wake you when we get home." Declan’s voice was so gentle that, combined with the warm air in the car, it coaxed her to close her eyes again.
The car drove steadily.
Tanya turned her head slightly and opened her eyes to look at the man focused on driving. His profile was exceptionally well-defined, as handsome as a sculpture.
"Declan..." she called to him softly.
"Yes?"
It seemed she was growing more fond of him...
Declan waited a few seconds, didn’t hear a reply, looked over, and saw that Tanya, sitting in the passenger seat, had closed her eyes again and fallen back asleep.
He smiled silently, freed a hand, and pulled up the coat that had slipped down from her shoulders.
The car returned to Phoenix Court.
Declan carried Tanya back to her room; then he went to the study, found some medication, and swallowed a few pills.
He closed his eyes to rest for a moment, and when he opened them, his vision was momentarily blurred, but it cleared after a few seconds.
On the desk, the computer screen automatically popped up with a video call request.
Declan glanced at Dr. Wells’ meticulous, gray-haired avatar and pulled at his pale lips before answering.
Dr. Wells was still in his office, and because of the time difference, the evening glow filled the sky outside the window behind him.
"Mr. Pierce, I apologize for the intrusion. But your physical data from the past two days hasn’t been synchronized with me." Dr. Wells seriously adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "We agreed, you said you’d at least live through this year..."
"Wells." Declan interrupted him, "I’ve changed my mind now."
Dr. Wells was taken aback upon hearing this.
He stood up in excitement, "Mr. Pierce, are you planning to..."
"I want to live. Not just this year." Declan calmly dropped a bombshell.
Dr. Wells was stupefied for a moment, then grew more excited, "That’s wonderful! If you have the desire to live, you can cooperate with our subsequent treatment plans..."
"Wells." Declan interrupted his chatter, frowning slightly, "I’m starting to have symptoms."
Dr. Wells paused, tentatively asking, "What symptoms? Did it start from the legs?"
The farther from the brain, the better the situation...
"The eyes."
"..." Dr. Wells sank back into his chair, his face darkened a few shades, "Then you need to come over right away!"
Declan replied calmly, "I need a month’s supply of medicine to keep my body functioning normally. After a month, once I’ve arranged everything, I’ll come."
"A month?" Dr. Wells’ brows furrowed tightly, "Do you know how much can be lost in a month’s delay..."
"I understand my own condition better than you." Declan’s voice was gentle, as if he were discussing the most ordinary matter, "Whether I go now or a month later, my odds of survival are only three percent, but the chance of becoming disabled is one hundred percent."
Dr. Wells was silenced.
Three percent was already an optimistic estimate.
And Declan had long seen through his thoughts.
"I am your most perfect biological experiment subject, I can cooperate with you, seek a chance of survival." Declan’s lips curved ever so slightly in an almost tender, indulgent arc, "Because my princess, she wants me to live a long, healthy life. I want to take a gamble."
But there’s no way he could live perfectly intact.
Nor could he guarantee he could keep living.
"Wells, I need a month. A month is enough." Declan said slowly.
He wanted to give Tanya Sinclair the best, most perfect life.
If he wouldn’t be around to be with her...
