My head buzzed. Late-stage liver cancer?

My hands turned cold. I was concerned but never imagined it would be this severe. How was I going to tell her?

I sat there blankly as the doctor talked about the treatment plan. He finally sighed and shook his head, saying there was little hope.

I was no longer Grace's daughter-in-law, but she was still Ava's grandmother. She was the last person in the Murphy family who truly cared about Ava, and time was running out.

All I could see was Ava tightly embracing Grace. After all, we had lived together for many years. No matter how she treated me, those memories of living together were good.

I didn't even know how I left the doctor's office. If Grace hadn't seen me come out and called my name, I might have forgotten she was waiting outside.

"Chlo, what did the doctor say?" She stared at me intently, looking a bit worried.

"He didn't say much. I knew the doctor, so we talked for a while. You'll be fine. He gave you some medicine and advised y