My Sweet Second Marriage (Eudora and Amos)

The doctor's face was solemn, "If it fails, he will only have two months to live!"

Naomi fell silent.

She finally understood why Nelson refused to undergo the surgery!

"Miss George, you see..."

"Are there not any other solutions, or at least something with a higher success rate?"

Wasn't five percent too low of a success rate? It would be as if they were sending Nelson to death's door.

The doctor shook his head, "It's not that we don't want to do something to help the patient. It's our wish for every patient to recover and live a healthy life, but Mr. Luther is in critical condition. We've really done our best! Moreover, his condition is deteriorating very quickly every day. It's possible that the success rate will lessen tomorrow! Therefore, we have to make a decision as soon as possible!"

Naomi started to panic a bit.

"Please let me think about it."

She felt like an executioner at the moment. Her decision was the key to Nelson's survival.

It was too hard for her to make a choice!

It was not her right to make such a choice to begin with.

Naomi walked along the corridor as she recalled the past. Everything she had gone through felt like a movie.

However, at the moment, the movie was going to end in advance!

She sighed, opened the door and went into the ward.

Nelson looked calm as he laid on the bed in his hospital gown, his face relaxed.

In his hands was a tangerine and he was slowly peeling off its skin.

When he saw Naomi's dejected face, he threw the tangerine peel on the table with a smile.

"It's a surgery guaranteed to fail, right?"

Naomi frowned, "What are you talking about?"

"I know all about it. Do you think you would know better about my body than myself?"

Naomi let out a sigh. It was true. She was just deceiving herself.

"I'm sorry!"

She had put in so much effort but she still could

not save him.

Nelson shook his head, "What are you apologizing for? You've done your best. In fact, when I was released from the prison, I thought you would still hate me! At that point, I was thinking that no matter how much you hated me, I would be satisfied as long as I got to see you before I leave."

"However, not only do you not hate me, but you even gathered specialists for my illness. Your concern was unexpected, but I am truly moved."

Naomi frowned, "Who told you I don't hate you anymore? I'm not just helping you, but I'm also helping Vincent Granger, who grew up with me." Vincent Granger.

That name triggered a lot of memories in Nelson.

He remembered when they were young, they would always walk to school together. What beautiful times those were!

"Is the school we went to still there?"

"That area has been going through some development recently. It might not be there anymore."

"I see..." His tone sounded a little disappointed.

The two of them did not speak again. After a while, Nelson spoke.

After a while, Nelson said, "Naomi, you've done so much for me, but I don't want to undergo the surgery! I want to spend my remaining days as Vincent. What do you say?" "Alright!" Naomi nodded.

Perhaps, it was for the best.

The next morning, when Naomi woke up, Vincent was nowhere to be seen. She hurriedly got up and was about to search for him.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw him walking in with a smile on his face. He had changed out of his hospital gown and he looked like the bright young man he used to be. "Since I'd decided not to undergo the surgery, I went to discharge myself. I also called for a car to bring me back to the house I bought in Rosaville City. Will you come with me?" Naomi raised her eyebrows and said, "It depends on what reward I'll be receiving."

"I'll cook for you!"

"Deal!"

Naomi smiled as she said so.

Vincent did not have a house in Rosaville City. It was probably bought recently. Although it looked average, it was quite cozy.

After settling down, Vincent went to the kitchen.

"I've thought about such a scenario many times in my mind. You, here in my house, and eating my cooking. Now that my fantasy has come true, I'm overjoyed."

When the doorbell rang, Naomi got up.

"Are you expecting any guests?"

"Open the door for me!" Vincent said.

Naomi went to open the door doubtfully and saw Culver standing outside the door.

Both of them seemed to have not expected that the other would be there, and they were stunned for a moment.

Vincent shouted from the inside, "Come in! Culver said that he wanted to see me, therefore I agreed. You don't mind, right?"

Even if she minded his presence, she could not say it right then!

"I see," Naomi said. "I don't mind."

"Great! Why don't you two help me with the onions?"

"Alright, coming!"

After Naomi finished speaking, she went straight to the kitchen and was about to peel the onions. However, before she could do so, the vegetables were removed from her hands by Culver.

"Let me do it!"

Naomi did not want to argue with him, so she took a book and sat down in the living room.

Vincent shouted from inside the kitchen again.

"Why aren't you two talking? Even I, the host, feel like it's too quiet. Don't you think so too?"

Naomi was rendered speechless.

"You have too many requests!"

"Can't I? I'm a cancer patient, so how dare you disobey me?"

He might be the first patient in history to threaten others with his cancer.

Naomi compromised.

She took the initiative to ask, "Would you like me to help you?"

"Thanks, but it's okay."

Culver's voice was low, and he sounded like he was about to cry Naomi froze. "Are you crying?" "I'm not!" Culver shook his head. "It's just that the onions are stinging my eyes."

Naomi could not hold back her laughter. She teased him, "Why are you peeling the onions when you don't know the right way to do so? Go wipe away your tears!"

She got up and walked into the kitchen to fetch a basin of water. She threw all the onions in Culver's hands into the water.

"It won't hurt your eyes if you peel it like this!"

As she spoke, she took the initiative to pick up an onion and washed it slowly.

"Thank you for what happened in Greene City!"

Naomi thanked him.

She was not someone who did not

know how to differentiate between good and bad. Although they were the ones who had suffered the most losses, it would be hard for them to compensate all the employees if the Olson family had not taken the responsibility.

They would even be criticized heavily.

Not only were there no losses on her side when the matter ended, her company was compensated by the Olsen Group as well.

Moreover, they managed to leave a good impression on the people in Greene City.

"You're welcome. It's what we should have done!" Culver said in a low voice.

After that, he reached out to grab an onion from the basin. However, their hands met in the water unexpectedly.

They froze for a moment, then Naomi stood up.

"I-I'll dice the onions!"

"Let me do it!" Culver insisted.

Nelson, who had arranged

everything silently, looked at the two

of them, and there was a hint of envy in his eyes. However, he soon hid those emotions and plastered a smile on his face.

It would be good if things turned out the way he planned.

He put down the spatula in his hand, saying, "If the two of you insist on staying in the kitchen, then I'll leave the rest of the dishes to you. I'm done with my specialty dish."

Looking at the pan on the stove, panic was written all over Culver's face.

"What am I supposed to do?"

Vincent smiled as he replied, "Ask Naomi to teach you how to cook. She's an expert."