Mr. Burns Is Killing His Wife novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1 She's Dying

"Ms. Powell, did your family not come with you?"

Elisa Powell was confused. It was just a physical exam report, did she really need someone to come with her?

Besides, what family did she have left?

Her mother died in childbirth giving birth to her. Her father treated her as a tool to make money. Her brother blamed her for their mother's death and hated her bitterly. And her lover - she had stolen him away. If it weren't for the doctor suddenly mentioning the word "family", she would have nearly forgotten what that meant.

After a moment of hesitation, Elisa shook her head. "Just me."

The doctor furrowed his brows, pushed up the glasses on his nose, and let out a heavy sigh. His eyes were full of pity and his tone was helpless. He handed Elisa the stack of lab reports on his desk.

"Ms. Powell, the test results are back. Late-stage stomach cancer."

He seemed to pity this young woman who had such a terminal illness, speaking and moving cautiously.

Elisa's breath hitched. She took the lab report and frowned at the numbers. She wasn't a doctor, but she could tell how serious the tumor in her stomach was.

She had actually suspected something when she had the endoscopy done, but didn't dare think about it.

The doctor pointed at the images, explaining them one by one to Elisa. Elisa spaced out, only catching half of what he said. In summary, she didn't have much time left and needed to be admitted to the hospital for chemotherapy as soon as possible.

How long could someone with late-stage stomach cancer live? Elisa was clearer than anyone on this illness, because her grandfather had struggled for two years before dying from it.

The doctor kindly suggested, "Ms. Powell, we recommend you be admitted as soon as possible to begin treatment."

"If I'm admitted, will I get better?" Elisa asked hoarsely, seeming to mutter to herself.

The doctor didn't respond, only shaking his head helplessly.

So there was no cure. Elisa licked her dry lips, stood up and shoved the diagnosis into her bag.

She said thanks, turned and left the examination room.

When she left the hospital, it was raining outside. The fine rain mixed with cold wind stung her face like knives. Elisa opened her bag, took out her umbrella and popped it open. The rain fell diagonally and the umbrella didn't block the chill.