HONEY, Love Me One More Time

Chapter 90: You Finally Woke Up

“Cristofer, did you hear that? Estelle has risked her life and given birth to two children for you! But what did you do to her? After your son was born, she came back to you and hoped that you could save your son, but you trampled on her dignity repeatedly and refused to see her.” “You even forced her to get divorced! And after she gave birth to your daughter, you took your daughter away from her. You... You’ll get your comeuppance!” Rebecca kept cursing Cristofer hysterically in anger until she didn’t have the strength to speak. Then she sat down on the bench at the door of the emergency room and cried silently. Cristofer just listened to her curse blankly without saying a word. He even thought that as long as Estelle could be saved, he didn’t mind Rebecca cursing him with the most vicious words or beating him harder. At this time, the door of the emergency room was pushed open. In an instant, Cristofer stood up and rushed over. “Doc, how is my wife now?” The doctor shook his head and said in a comforting tone, “She is stable now. But we’ve confirmed that she is in the advanced stage of lung cancer. She may die soon. After she wakes up, you may try to fulfil her last wish. Don’t let her die with regret.” Cristofer stopped him when the doctor was about to leave and asked, “How long can she live?” “It’s hard to say,” the doctor said. “Cancer is like a time bomb. No one knows when the countdown begins. I’ve been a doctor for so many years. I’ve seen cancer patients who lived long. I’ve also seen some patients die on the second day after they were diagnosed with cancer. Life is unpredictable, and every day may be their last day.” Hearing this, Cristofer was unsteady on his feet and almost fell to the ground. “Where are Estelle’s family members?” A nurse came out and asked. “Please go pay the medical fees.” Before Cristofer could say anything, Rebecca grabbed the bill and said anxiously, “I’m her family. Miss, where should I pay the fees? I’ll go right now!” “Come with me, please,” The nurse ushered her. When Rebecca came back with the nurse after paying the medical fees, Estelle had been sent intoProperty © NôvelDrama.Org.

the intensive care unit, and no one was allowed to enter it except for the medical staff. Standing at the door, Cristofer gazed at Estelle through the glass window on the door. Estelle was still in a coma. Seeing her thin wrist, Cristofer could even imagine how skinny she was. The blood on her arms had dried up and turned to dark red. Lying on the bed, she was intubated with many tubes with all kinds of medical equipment beside the bed. He could only confirm that she was still alive by looking at the ECG monitor. “Doctor, how long will she have to stay in the ICU?” Cristofer asked the doctor. The doctor said, “The incision was torn, and she suffered excessive blood loss. She needs to stay here under observation for three days first. If all the vital signs are normal in these three days, we’ll transfer her to the private ward. By the way, you have to think about whether to let her accept chemotherapy treatment and tell me your decision as soon as possible.” “Can chemotherapy help prolong her life?” Cristofer asked. The doctor shook his head and said, “Not really. The chemotherapy will also cause damage to her health. If she has chemotherapy frequently, I’m afraid that...” Before he finished his words, Rebecca couldn’t help crying again. “Estelle, wake up. Think about your children. Your son is still waiting for you in Ameris. And your daughter is only one month old, and she is still waiting for you to take care of her.” However, Estelle couldn’t hear her at all. Gritting his teeth, Cristofer punched the wall remorsefully, and his knuckles bleed. Rebecca wiped her tears, stood up, and walked up to him. “Cristofer, if you feel guilty for Estelle, get divorced. You can marry your mistress and live a happy life. I’ll take care of Estelle in her last days.” “I’m her husband,” Cristofer refused. “Have you fulfilled your duty as a husband? Whether as a husband or a father, you are irresponsible. How do you have the nerve to say you are Estelle’s husband?” “I am her husband,” Cristofer raised his voice and repeated the words with his bloodshot eyes. “I won’t divorce her. No matter how long she will live, I won’t leave her.” Hearing this, Rebecca roared angrily, “She doesn’t have much time to live. Why do you still refuse to let her go? Can’t you just let her live a peaceful life in her last days? She’s already like this. What

else do you want to do to her?” “I will be good to her,” Cristofer said in a low and hoarse voice. “I will take good care of her. I will make up for what I owed her before.” “She doesn’t need you at all! Now she has a boyfriend who loves her and cares about her. Just let her enjoy her last days! Cristofer, I beg you, please show some mercy to her and let her go. She has wasted ten years on you. Please let her live a free life in her last days.” Looking at Rebecca’s tearful face, Cristofer didn’t say anything, his throat feeling tight. ‘Indeed. Estelle had been with me for ten years. But in the past six years, she had suffered a lot of grievances because I treated her badly. She’s twenty-six years old now, which means that she spent a quarter of her life in unhappiness because of me.’ “Rebecca, if Estelle wakes up and tells me that she wants to divorce me, I will do as she wants,” Cristofer said in a barely audible voice. “What if Estelle doesn’t want to see you?” Rebecca asked. Cristofer smiled bitterly and said, “I know her well. If she wants to break up with me, she will tell me about it in person.” When Estelle woke up, she felt weak all over and even had difficulty breathing. “Estelle, you finally woke up!” Rebecca held her hand and said, weeping tears of joy. “You scared me to death!” Estelle turned her head and looked at her with a smile. When she spoke, she found that her voice sounded muffled because she was muzzled with an oxygen mask. “Rebecca…” “I’m here, Estelle!” Rebecca wiped the tears on her face and said with an embarrassed smile. “I haven’t put on makeup for a few days. I must be very ugly now.” Estelle said in a weak voice, “You are still pretty. But how come your eyes are so swollen? I just suffered from appendicitis. Why are you crying so sadly?”