The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 283

“Yeah,” Donald answered.

The others who were outside the ward, including Wynter, Lana, Hannah, as well as Lilith, who was as elegant and smart as ever, hurried inside as soon as they heard noises.

Surprisingly, Jennifer was also with them.

She had tears in her eyes while looking at Donald. “I'm sorry, Donald.”

Donald didn’t respond to her. He didn't even spare her a glance.

“How's my condition?” Donald asked Hannah in a soft voice.

With a complex expression, she turned to look at Lilith.

Lilith heaved a sigh. “I'll make the reports. You have a space-occupying lesion in your lung. Platelet count is at abnormal levels, and your white blood cells are decreasing at an alarming speed. They are now at a level far lower than normal humans.”

Hannah added, “You're also diagnosed with three types of cancer, namely lung cancer, leukemia, and liver cancer. Moreover, you have also lost all of your powers.”

At first, Donald was startled before a wistful smile crept onto his lips. “Jadar Stone sure is something. I contracted cancer even though I was only exposed to its effects for such a short time.”

Jennifer had a breakdown due to her tumultuous emotions. She grabbed Donald's arm. “Donald...”

Donald removed his arm while shaking his head. “Go home.”

“Get the f*ck out of here!” Lana was enraged when she glowered at Jennifer. “Why are you still lingering around? Do you have no shame?” “Donald wouldn't have become like this if it wasn't for you!” Furious as a beast, Wynter's eyes were red.

“Hit me, Donald. Hit me! It's all right even if you kill me!” Jennifer was overwhelmed by guilt as she bawled aloud.

Donald was getting impatient. “I'm not dead yet! Why the heck are you crying?”

Jennifer clammed up.

“How much longer do I have?” Donald inquired Hannah.

Hannah's eyes were red too. “Unless there's a miracle, you won't live past New Year.”

At that moment, Jennifer's phone rang with a piercing sound. After taking the call, Linda's roar could be heard over the phone. “Jennifer, where the f*ck have you been to? Mr. Tyrone came looking for you! You'd better get your arse back here within half an hour!”

“I'm busy!” said Jennifer before hanging up.

However, another call came in again after a while.

Jennifer picked up impatiently, “I said I'm busy. Stop calling me!”

“Jennifer, why are you mad at me? Haven't you given me enough trouble? I already have a finger cut off by Rupert! It's all your fault! Don't push your luck regarding the

marriage proposal from Mr. Tyrone!” Kevin's voice came through the phone.

Jennifer was in a low mood, so her tone became aloof. “Why do you get to have a say over my life?”

She couldn’t help but look at Donald, only to find that he wasn't even looking at her. Instead, his eyes were closed as he was resting.