NovelEnglishHer feet were weak and all her strength left her. She almost fainted when she saw the results.
Alarmed by her expression, the bodyguard said, "Miss Tate, are you terminally ill and dying?" The bodyguard had contemplated rephrasing his question, but he found himself asking it before he could think up a different wording. He had asked the question because she had looked oddly terrifying. It looked as though she was experiencing the end of her world.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I'm not terminally ill," she told him with certainty. "Don't worry. Mike will still pay you your monthly salary if | die." The bodyguard was not sure whether to laugh or cry. "It's not my salary that I'm worried about... Fine, maybe I'm a little worried about that. You are the best boss I've ever worked for in my life, and | don't want you to die. So, long as you stay alive, | want to serve you for the rest of my life!" "I will try my best to live long, then.
"Thank you!" The bodyguard lent her his shoulder and asked gingerly, "Do you need to see the doctor? You can maybe get his opinion on this." "It's fine. The doctors here aren't even as capable as my juniors.” "Alright! So what are you going to do? You can't operate on yourself, so you need to get a doctor!" The bodyguard desperately wished he could just admit her to the hospital and start her treatment.
All colors had faded from Avery's face, and her voice was no longer as energetic as before. Anyone with eyes would be able to tell that she was ill.
"I will contact the doctor. Let's just head back to the hotel for now." She pushed the bodyguards arm away and said, "I'm fine. | can walk on my own." "Oh. So what sickness have you gotten? Are you sure you don’t want to tell me?" Feeling insecure, the bodyguard probed once again.
"You won't understand even if | tell you." "Fine! Are you sure you don't want to tell Mike, then? "He won't understand even if | tell him." "If there are three levels of severity to illness, then my illness falls on the second level." Seeing how worried her bodyguard was, she explained the situation to him in a simple manner.
The bodyguard nodded frantically as his heart sank. "So there's a possibility of dying.” "There's a possibility of dying from every single disease. Even a small cold could lead to death.” "Damn! Don't scare me." "Let's go back to the hotel!" She could not help but feel depressed. "I wanted you to helpin my search for Elliot, "Don't say that, Miss Tate. I'd rather keep you company on your trips to the hospital. That guy, Gary, is kind of scary, and | don't really want to die yet," the bodyguard confessed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAvery sighed and wondered if she could still find Elliot.
Ylore did not have the best resources when it cto medicine, and common sense told her that the best thing for her would be to return to Arydelle or Bridgedale and get treated there, but she did not want to leave before she found Elliot.
The only way left was to get a doctor here to treat her.
Inside a modern-style mansion, Elliot was sent into the bedroom. His eagle-like eyes scanned his environment carefully as he entered.
It had been two days since he woke up from his surgery.
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