The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 105

Through the crack of the stairwell door, Harrison watched Roxanne's silhouette.

She was frantically trying to secure various loans over the phone.

Her emotions seemed to be all over the place.

He knew all this worry was because of him.

Just like his father, Vincent, had said, before Roxanne, all the women who were attracted to him were only there for his wealth and power.

Even the gentle, understanding Nora only really admired his looks, talent, and social status.

Roxanne wanted nothing from him.

She just hoped he could stay healthy and safe.

Even if she had to drain all her resources, get buried in debt, she was willing.

Harrison's heart was filled to the brim, a feeling he had never experienced before.

His heartbeat felt stronger.

He felt his previous days of controlling everything were just meaningless glories.

It was only in this moment he truly understood the meaning of life.

Turns out, all the paths he had taken led him to her.

Roxanne finished her call, turned around, and opened the door to the stairwell, walking forward with her head down, her mood low.

A pair of shiny leather shoes came into her line of sight.

The shoes seemed familiar.

Roxanne looked up and saw Harrison.

She was taken aback.

She subconsciously avoided Harrison's gaze, quickly turned her head and wiped the tears from her eyes.

She had definitely been crying.

Harrison pretended he hadn't heard her phone call, asking her, "Roxanne, what's wrong?"

"No..." her voice was choked, "Nothing."

She couldn't let Harrison know he had liver cancer.

Some people may seem optimistic, but the moment they find out they're seriously ill, they crumble.

She acted as if nothing was wrong, tugging at his sleeve, "Harrison, I just remembered it's been a while since I last had a check-up. Why don't you come with me tomorrow? You can get one too."

She wanted to have him checked again.

Maybe it was a misdiagnosis.

But the doctor had just said there was a high probability of liver cancer.

Harrison was only thirty-two, in the prime of his life.

Thinking about him being so young, thinking about how hard it was to finally meet him...

A lump formed in her throat, and she felt an overwhelming sense of grief.

She turned her back to Harrison and said, "I... I'm going to the bathroom."

Harrison pulled her back.

Her eyes were as red as a rabbit's, glistening with tears.

Just as he was about to comfort her, a middle-aged female doctor walked over and beckoned Roxanne, "Patient Harrison’s family, please come over."

Roxanne followed her and said in a low voice, "Doctor, if there's anything, we can discuss it in your office."

The doctor apologized, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake, I mixed up the blood test reports."

"Really?"

"Yes, you see, another patient has the same name as your husband, but their ID numbers are different. It was my mistake, I made you worry."

"So my husband doesn't have liver cancer?"

"No, you can relax."

"That's great."

Her emotions were like a roller coaster.

Roxanne was afraid that it was another mistake, so she confirmed with the doctor several times.

When she finally confirmed that Harrison did not have liver cancer, she was indescribably relieved.

She walked up to Harrison, jumped up, and tightly wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Harrison, that's great, you're healthy."

She felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.

Harrison gave a helpless smile.

But this misunderstanding showed him Roxanne's true feelings for him.

"So." He wrapped one arm around her waist and gently touched her nose with his other hand, "Were you crying just now because of me?"

Roxanne whispered, "I wasn't crying. Did you hear everything I said on the phone?"

He gently touched her nose again, "I saw how worried you were, were you really worried about me?"

The doctor saw this loving couple and laughed, "It was my mistake that scared you guys. Now everything's fine, remember to get your shots. I'll leave first, you guys carry on."

Only then did Roxanne realize that her arms were tightly wrapped around Harrison's neck, like a monkey.

And Harrison's long arm was gently wrapped around her waist.

She quickly took a step back and laughed, "As long as you're fine."

"You don't want me to hold you anymore?"

Harrison, with his long arms, reached out and quickly wrapped his arms around her waist again.

"We're in a hospital."