You Are My Mr Right

The doctor didn’t immediately respond but asked, “Where are your family members?”

Yolanda, standing nearby, quickly chimed in, “I am, I am his wife.”

The less one had, the more one desired. Yolanda was a perfect example. Afraid of missing any opportunity to introduce herself, she openly declared herself as Leo Stone’s wife, despite being the other woman.

“Is my husband’s illness severe?” she inquired.

The doctor replied, “Not severe, no need to worry too much. I’ll write a prescription, and he should undergo further tests.”

Handing the prescription to Leo Stone, the doctor instructed, “You go, and let your wife stay here.”

Leo knew the doctor was trying to keep him away. He said, “Whatever you have to say, just say it. No need to hide it from me, I can handle it.”

The doctor hesitated for a moment and then said, “Alright.”

After reviewing the test results again, he said, “You have a malignant brain tumor.”

Leo Stone, though mentally prepared, was still taken aback by the news. His hands, placed on his lap, clenched into fists.

Yolanda, leaning on Leo, lost her composure upon hearing about the brain cancer. “He’s just coughing, how can he have brain cancer? Are you sure you didn’t make a mistake in the diagnosis?”

The doctor explained, “It seems there is a metastasis situation, spreading to the throat and lungs, causing persistent coughing.”

“It must be a mistake!” Yolanda angrily protested.

Leo Stone, lacking the energy to scold her, said, “Just leave!”

Yolanda seemed oblivious, continuing her tirade. “I’ll take you to another hospital. These doctors are all incompetent, they must have made a mistake. They don’t know how to diagnose…”

“Enough!” Leo was fed up. Already in a bad mood, her incessant chatter was giving him a headache.

Reluctantly, Yolanda fell silent. Feeling embarrassed, Leo apologized to the doctor. The doctor waved it off, understanding the situation. He had dealt with more unruly family members.

“How long do I have?” Leo Stone, suppressing his emotions, asked.

No one in this world is unafraid of death. Facing death is always frightening. No one can face it calmly, completely without fear.

“Further examinations are needed. If possible, you should be admitted to the hospital now.”

Leo said, “I’ll go home first and think about it.”

The doctor agreed, “Fine.”

He organized the medical records and handed them to Leo. “You can go to another hospital for further examinations.”

Leo Stone, devoid of spirit and speech, stood up and left. Yolanda followed him, saying, “Let’s go to another hospital. The diagnosis here may not be accurate.”

Leo was irritated; he just wanted some peace and quiet at this moment, and Yolanda’s incessant chatter was getting on his nerves.

“If you don’t want me to die faster, then shut up!” he sternly said.

Yolanda whispered in complaint, “I’m doing it for your own good.”

Le couldn’t be bothered with her. Now that he knew about his illness, he didn’t even have the energy to speak.

Meanwhile, Freya returned to the villa. Xander’s men didn’t withdraw; they stayed outside the villa. She was essentially imprisoned. And since she had been confined to the villa, Elijah hadn’t appeared. This situation persisted for about a month. During this month, Freya had no contact with the outside world. Although the news was blocked, she found herself in a state of calmness.

Ronan, on the other hand, wasn’t as fortunate. Elijah was angry and, unable to vent his anger on Freya, directed it all at Ronan. Any project related to Vega Group faced a comprehensive onslaught. Even if it caused him economic losses, Elijah didn’t care.

Ronan now was on the brink of bankruptcy. Negative news about him kept surfacing. All projects related to Vega Group’s were boycotted. Unable to bear the pressure, Ronan took the initiative to explain to Elijah that he and Freya had nothing between them. All those actions were just to provoke Elijah.

He put it bluntly, “I just wanted to annoy you. Freya wanted a divorce, so we reached an agreement to make it look like we were in love, but we didn’t actually do anything.”

It was when Elijah appeared at the villa that Freya saw all of this. She didn’t have any emotional fluctuations after watching it. This was Ronan’s idea. He dared to do this, surely prepared to face Elijah. If he hadn’t prepared and caused massive losses, he would be considered foolish.

“Your lover, in this state, do you have nothing to say?” Elijah stared at Freya, wanting to test her reaction.

Although Ronan explained everything, Elijah didn’t completely believe him. He showed these to Freya, trying to gauge her attitude. Freya, completely indifferent, confirmed Ronan’s words.

If she really liked Ronan, how could she be so unconcerned when he was in such a predicament?

Because she didn’t care, she wasn’t worried. Although she and Ronan were acting, her desire for a divorce was real.

“Freya Stone, why do you insist on getting a divorce?” His gaze was cryptic, and his tone direct.

Freya’s eyes flickered slightly. “You know, Ronan and I…”

“He has confessed to me, it was all an act between you two.”

Freya remained silent, thinking that Ronan was unreliable.

“Marrying you was never my intention. I don’t like you, and I don’t want to spend my life with someone I don’t like. So, I want a divorce. It’s that simple.” She steeled herself and spoke decisively. She was determined to provoke Elijah, to make him agree to the divorce.

Elijah remained silent for a while. “I…”

He wanted to tell her that it was him that night. Would that change her mind about wanting a divorce?

At least they had a history together.

“If you lost your child because of the man who made you pregnant that night, would you hate him?” Elijah probed her.

If she didn’t hate, he would immediately tell her.

Freya didn’t hesitate. “Of course, I would hate him, wish he were dead!”

Her expression and tone clearly conveyed her anger.

“So, I hate you now because you were the one who took away my child.” Freya didn’t forget that the loss of her child was caused by Elijah and Liora.

Elijah murmured, “You can hate me.”

Freya was stunned. Why did she sense a hint of sorrow in Elijah’s tone?

She softly asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

Elijah stood up and walked towards the French windows. “It was my fault.” Said he.

The loss of the child pained him deeply.

Freya had an impulse to go and hug him; his figure seemed so lonely and desolate. Watching him stirred a feeling of heartache.

She immediately shook her head forcefully, berating herself for having such feelings for him. The child she lost, although Elijah wasn’t the main cause, was still closely connected to him. It was the chasm between her and Elijah.

“Linda,” Freya called.

Linda approached.

“Help me upstairs.” Freya said.

Just as Linda was about to assist her, Elijah walked over, saying, “I’ll do it.”

Linda quickly stepped aside.

Freya resisted, “Linda can help me.”

Elijah remained silent and lifted her into his arms. Freya didn’t know where to place her hands. She lightly bit her lip.

“You know I hate you, so why are you still being kind to me?” she asked.

Elijah carried her into the bedroom without speaking, gently placing her on the bed. Instead of immediately withdrawing, he bent over, looking at her with serious eyes. “Because I like you.”

Freya widened her eyes, pupils trembling. Her hands involuntarily tightened, gripping the bedsheets.

“I don’t like you,” she said, avoiding his gaze.

Elijah responded, “I know.”

Surprised by his reaction, Freya suddenly lifted her head too quickly, accidentally bumping her forehead into his chin.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” She reached to touch his chin. “Luckily…”

As she spoke, she realized her fingers were touching his chin and hastily tried to retract them, but Elijah caught her hand.