The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 1453

Theo took me back to the ward. "I went to visit Munchkin just now. He's still sleeping. The doctor said that his body indexes have now returned to normal, and the next thing to consider is getting chemotherapy.”

I looked out the window with listless eyes. What was coming would come.

Theo knew that I had trouble making decisions, so he seemed to have already prepared an answer.

"Actually, chemotherapy is very helpful for Munchkin now-"

"He's too young." I cut Theo off halfway.

"He's too young to withstand the pain of chemotherapy." I knew that chemotherapy worked, but its greater use was merely as a means of comfort for the patient's family by the hospital.

It did the job of relieving the disease but did not completely cure it. I did not want Munchkin to suffer that kind of pain at such a young age.

"But his illness will only worsen if he doesn't get chemotherapy," Theo stressed but did not persuade me further as he knew what I was thinking about.

"I need some time alone."

Theo looked at me and eventually walked out of the ward.

I looked out the window and at the bright sunlight outside as if all the hustle and bustle had nothing to do with me anymore.

I knew that chemotherapy could relieve Munchkin's pain now, but there was no stopping once it began. Besides, Munchkin's health would only deteriorate. The only way to save him was to get a bone marrow transplant.

However, as his mother, I was very helpless.

Knock, knock, knock.

Crisp and forceful knocks sounded outside the door. "Can I come in?”

I turned my head back and saw Susan standing at the door. For some reason, I gradually felt calm when I saw her.

I put on my coat and walked around the garden with her side by side. It was a long stretch of road. She did not say anything, which made me wonder if she was here to visit me at all. I also wondered if something was bothering her.

In order to find out the answer to this, I stole a glance at her but was instantly caught. "Why are you staring at me?"

I had no choice but to tell her the truth. "I feel like you're not here to visit a patient. You look more troubled than I am."

Susan shook her head with a smile. "I just want to be a listener. If you don't want to say anything, then I won't ask. I didn't know you actually thought I was troubled.'

I squeezed out a smile bitterly, not expecting myself to be able to smile at this point.

"Look, it's not that bad. If you can smile, then smile more.”

She pulled me to sit down on a chair next to us. "If you don't want to say anything, then let me guess."

She sat down next to me and started analyzing slowly. "I bet you're thinking about aborting the baby and saving Munchkin at all cost, right?"