Noah was about to say something, but the Gerlandian doctor came over with a stack of X-rays in his hand. “I’d like a word with you, Mr. Noah. It’s about Ms. Gianna’s condition.”

So, he responded to Kim, “I’ll call Gwynn in a while.”

Then, he hung up.

Kim couldn’t help but curse at her director.

…

Things were looking grim for Gianna. The doctor said it wasn’t plausible to surgically remove her uterus.

Simply put, she had no chance of surviving the cancer.

The Gerlandian doctor said gloomily, “By my estimation, she only has three more months left to live. Stay by her side while you still can, Mr. Noah!”

After the doctor left, Noah stood by the window with a phone in one hand and a cigar in the other.

However, the cigar wasn’t lit.

Gianna hugged him from behind, sniffing his scent longingly. It was fine if he refused to sleep with her, as long as he kept her company. They looked just like a married couple.

She was about to die, but she wasn’t scared at all. That was becau