Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1306

The private doctor breathed a sigh of relief once he left and went into the ward.

Don Smith was awake. It seemed that he had heard every word of the conversation between Alejandro and the doctor.

The doctor filled Don’s ward cabinet with the food Alejandro brought, explaining, “The food is safe. None of it contains allergens or other food particles that are off-limits. You know, he’s not as terrifying as you made him out to be, Sir. He even left us alone very quickly.”

Don stared at the heap of food pensively. “Spoken like someone who doesn’t know him, Doctor. He’s only here to see how much longer I have. Once he detects a possibility that my malady’s turning for the better, he’ll devise something else to bring forth my death; I guarantee you that. I want you to be honest with me, Doctor—how much longer?”

The doctor sighed. “Even to the best of my abilities, I’m afraid three more months might be the maximum, Sir. I cannot predict anything after three months,” he answered candidly. “Such a short amount of time left… Surely, he has enough patience and mercy to accommodate that, right?”

“Oh, one could only hope,” Don remarked, chuckling. “Discharge me from the hospital the moment my sickness seems a mite relieved. There’s no reason to spend my last days bound to a hospital bed, right? I would miss the sun. I want to go back to Ayashe—I want to return to the place where I started, you see.

“And if… he has any conscience left in him, he should keep me company until the end of my road. Oh, how I wish I’d be able to live long enough to see the birth of my great-grandchild…”

Soon, news of Don’s return to Ayashe came to Jackson and Mark. It illustrated how fickle a person’s life starts to become after they passed a certain age; when one’s old, one could never tell when it would be their last day.

Alejandro was with Don on the latter’s return trip. After knowing for certain that he had only three months left to live, Don’s gasconade was renewed. No matter how impatient Alejandro was, Don was sure that the young rogue could tolerate three months’ time.

Jackson, for his part, had the nagging feeling that Alejandro’s true identity would not remain a secret for long. The moment that the old Smith patriarch died would mark the moment when all of Alejandro’s hell broke loose.

Wary and disconcerted, Jackson had taken up the task to follow Tiffany’s every move—a decision that both pleasantly surprised and confounded Tiffany.