Chapter 9 May 21, 2024. New York had been raining for seven days, and finally on that day, the sun came out very brightly. Isabella personally buried her parents and then received her own medical report at the hospital. Cancer, the doctor said, "was already metastasized when it was discovered." Simply put, there was no cure. "Chemotherapy can only prolong life." The leaves outside the window rustled in the wind, the golden sunlight sprinkled on Isabella, but she felt as cold as ice. She looked at the report, her voice trembling slightly. "How much longer at most?" The doctor fell silent for a moment, only saying, "If you start chemotherapy as soon as possible, you will be able to endure it for a longer period of time." Isabella nodded, but her throat choked up and she couldn't say anything. 0.00% 13:25 Chapter 9 1288 Vouchers She had just been at her parents' graves, promising to live well, but she broke her promise so soon. Over the next two months, she underwent four rounds of chemotherapy in the hospital. Before the first chemotherapy, she was searching online for all kinds of information about cancer and chemotherapy, approaching it with infinite fear. However, in the end, she found that the pain far exceeded her expectations. The effect of bone marrow suppression increased, blood cells gradually decreased, and an indescribable pain engulfed her. In her dream, she could still see her parents and Marcus, as if they were struggling on the edge of a cliff. But when she opened her eyes, she found no one on the cliff. The torment of the soul is far more painful than that of the body. After the fourth chemotherapy, she returned home and saw a cake placed at the door. It was only then that she remembered it was July 1st, her birthday. It was the cake that her parents had designed for her before they passed away. She brought the cake into the room, took a shallow bite, but it was not as sweet as she had imagined. It was bitter, with a nauseating pain. Tears fell down one by one. Through her blurry vision, she seemed to see her parents, smiling and saying to her, "Be happy, be joyful." 18.91% 1325 Chapter 9 288 Voucher She cried for a long time, the suppressed sobs echoing in the cold, silent room, only to find that she didn't even have an outlet to vent. "On July 1, 2024, the weather was sunny." "Today is the second month since we broke up, Marcus. I feel like dying. I called you but you didn't answer. I know you don't want to see me, but I just really want to talk to you. Marcus, I have no one else to talk to." Marcus's fingertips began to tremble as he read this line, and his vision became completely blurred. That phone call, he remembered that phone call, he didn't answer, and then he blocked the number. He thought Isabella had her parents with her and wouldn't be in pain. He really thought that her world wouldn't be any different without him. "August 23, 2024, the weather was rainy. Happy birthday, Marcus. What are you doing now? Last time I called you, you blocked my number, so I didn't dare to contact you. But I still want to ask you, why did you break up with me? If we ever meet again, can you tell me the answer? But I know I won't have that chance, because I have given up chemotherapy and applied for euthanasia in Switzerland." "January 3, 2025, the application for euthanasia was approved. I know you also went to Switzerland. You said, can we be so coincidental to see each other one last time before we die? Will you still remember me? Perhaps you have long forgotten." 48.91% 13.251 Chapter 9 1288 Voucher: "July 1, 2025, Marcus, you were such a jerk. I really wanted to scold you, but that cake was too sweet. The moment I took the first bite, I knew it was made by you. I don't want to scold you anymore. Marcus, thank you for spending my last birthday with me." Outside the medical facility, the leaves were shaking violently. The golden sunlight was disrupted by the leaves and wind into fragmented shadows, the light flickering dazzlingly. Marcus's face was covered with a cold dampness as he closed the diary. Laura finally caught up and carefully took Marcus's hand. "Marcus, today is our wedding day, you promised my brother..." "Laura." Marcus interrupted her, his eyes red and his voice eerily calm. "Isabella is dead, Laura, all the conditions we had agreed upon are now null and void." 81. 2