Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 1137

Once the bodyguards withdrew, Anna immediately explained why she had come.

Michelle watched Nick closely. He didn't look as despondent or tormented as she had imagined.

For reasons she didn't want to examine too closely, a faint sense of balance settled in her chest.

Back then, Nick had let go of their relationship with decisive finality.

She knew very well that what he felt for Khloe was something she could never rival. Still, as the ex, who wouldn't mind being compared so harshly?

And given Nick's current condition, if she had to choose between him and Khloe, the one she most wanted to protect was still Nick.

"Thank you for keeping me in mind all this time. I heard everything from Khloe already."

After listening to Anna's explanation, Nick's lips curved slightly, his expression softening.

Something in Anna stirred. "Mr. Hunt, I've heard about your situation. You and Miss Roswell… are you really—"

"Aren't you here to treat me? Why so many questions?" Michelle cut her off sharply, a hint of displeasure in her eyes.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked," Anna said, her face flushing. "I just… can't quite understand."

She truly couldn't. Khloe and Nick had seemed so deeply in love—how could they suddenly part ways?

And the moment she walked in, she could tell Nick's condition had worsened significantly. The progression of his illness had clearly accelerated.

Nick spoke calmly. "If you're here to treat me, how do you plan to proceed?"

"Nick… may I take your pulse?" Anna asked.

He didn't respond, only lifted his arm and extended it toward her.

His wrist was lean and elegant, the long, well-defined bones of his fingers almost mesmerizing.

"Yes. It's very likely it's already metastasized," Anna said earnestly. "Nick, you really haven't been taking care of yourself. With this kind of illness, emotional restraint is crucial."

"Alright. I'll keep that in mind," Nick replied evenly. "Thank you."

"Nick… I actually have a request. I don't know if you'll agree, but I'd like you to come with me and receive treatment from my father for a period of time…"

Anna gathered her courage as she spoke.

At present, Nick could only undergo conservative treatment to slow the disease. With proper care, he might live a year—perhaps longer.

But that was the best-case scenario.

Rather than accept that, it might be better to take a risk and try her father's methods.

There was over a thirty percent chance they could extend Nick's life by five years—and a forty percent chance of bringing the disease fully under control… essentially curing him.