---- Chapter 1 Jennifer Sullivan-my best friend-and I walked out of the hospital in silence. When we arrived at the intersection, she took my hand and gave it a tight squeeze. "Don't get emotional about it. If you're sick, just get treated. We can take things slow." "Yeah. Everything will be okay." After we parted ways, my mind wandered off, and I nearly got run over by a car. As L apologized repeatedly, the driver cursed me out and drove away. The moment I got home, I saw that Adrian Howard, ---- my husband, was in the kitchen cooking. Usually, he would be playing games at this time. By the looks of it, he knew that I was feeling down. At the very least, he had good judgment. He occasionally checked on me, but he did it sneakily. He did not dare to look me in the eye. From the call at the hospital, my mood plummeted. I remembered reading once in a book that we are to never test a person's humanity, because it would make us lose things we could never get back. I still did it by sending Adrian my test results in the afternoon and asking him what I should do. In the beginning, he was really anxious. "Are they accurate? How could you get cancer? You never get sick!" I felt touched, because I thought that he was concerned about me. We had been married for eighteen years, and the spark of love was long gone. We were more like siblings at this point. ---- But what he said next made my blood run cold. "Did the doctor mention how much money you'! need for treatment? What are the chances of you getting better?" "Targeted therapy will cost 300,000 dollars. The chances of success are 20%." "300,000? And only 20%?" I could hear the uncertainty in his voice. He was assessing the situation. But I knew that we had 300,000 dollars in our savings account. After all, we had saved that money together. Was he actually assessing the value of my life? "Look, we're still far from being able to pay off our mortgage. If I'll be the only one earning money from now on, we'll lose the house. Our children also need money." He made up his mind. "Why don't you go for conservative treatment?" Conservative treatment? He might as well be telling me to die. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!