Christine Quinn lowered her eyes to look at the examination report, and the black printed words made her hand tremble because the report clearly stated...
The transplanted heart could only last for another year.
In other words, in a year, she would die.
After the doctor confird that possibly only a year was left of her life, Christine lingered in despair on the busy streets.
Her tears wouldn’t stop; she cried and walked, yet never sobbed out loud.
Many people on the streets watched her, so even approached to ask if she needed help, but she rejected them all by shaking her head.
At last, she sat on a long wooden bench by the street, vaguely gazing at the whole world.
Gradually, the tears ceased; finally, she tossed the examination report into the nearby trash can, rose, and hailed a taxi.
Upon returning ho, Christine ran into Rebecca Quentin coming from the upstairs.
"Sis, where did you go this morning? I couldn’t find you anywhere."
"Oh, I went to the city center."
"For sothing important?"
"No, I went to New York to see a friend."
"Oh."
"Do you need anything?"
Rebecca Quentin’s expression turned furious, "Humph, I can’t stand Howard Geoffrey!!"
Christine softly laughed, "What’s wrong?"
Rebecca Quentin tugged Christine’s hand and sat on the sofa, pouting, and angrily complained, "It’s because of Catherine Swift... You know what? Last night, while Howard Geoffrey was showering, I was bored and played with his phone. Who would have thought I’d see a text from Catherine Swift... In the texts, she addresses him as ’Geoffrey,’ even though the content was work-related. Such a close address is hardly how a subordinate addresses a superior; I think this Catherine Swift has so issues."
"Won’s intuition is usually accurate; hearing you say this, I also believe Catherine Swift might truly be no simple person."
"But Howard Geoffrey just won’t tell who Catherine Swift is, even though I’ve realized they’re far from just a superior-subordinate relationship."
"What do you plan to do?"
Rebecca Quentin angrily spat out, "I kicked soone out of the room last night."
Christine pursed her lips, smiling, "Seems you haven’t told him the good news yet."
Rebecca Quentin huffed, "If he doesn’t explain who Catherine Swift is, he can forget about entering my room again."
"Alright, the one to explain is already here."
Smilingly rising, Christine turned to see Howard Geoffrey, who unknowingly had already walked close to them.
Upon catching sight of Howard Geoffrey, Rebecca Quentin turned her head away in anger.
Christine nodded to Howard Geoffrey as a greeting, then quietly retreated, knowing this was just a sweet friction between the young couple.
After inquiring the maid, learning Marie and Mrs. Geoffrey were together, Christine returned alone to the room.
Entering the room and seeing the empty bed, Skyler Jones had already gotten up, which made Christine finally breathe a sigh of relief, leaning tiredly against the door panel.
Her eyes remained sowhat dry, yet her mind kept replaying the doctor’s words...
Knock, knock.
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
Hurriedly wiping away the faint tears from the corners of her eyes, she turned to open the room door.
The visitor was Skyler Jones.
Unexpectedly, upon seeing him at that instant, tears swiftly converged at the bottom of her eyes.
Skyler Jones also seed unprepared to see her crying so abruptly.
In his mory, she rarely shed tears; the impression was only when Marie was to undergo surgery did she worry and shed tears, and he hardly saw her cry again.
Christine Quinn, who never allowed herself to be weak, at this mont, couldn’t control herself.
Tears, like a flood breaking through a dam, continuously flowed from her eyes.
Her hand tightly gripped the door, trying hard to suppress the emotions deep inside, yet the tears refused to listen.
This Christine Quinn left Skyler Jones sowhat at a loss.
He never imagined one day he would see her with a tear-stained face looking at him... and his heart, despite everything, would throb.
Finally realizing she had no reason to shed tears in front of him, Christine Quinn hastily wiped away the tears from her eyes and cheeks, opened the door, and let him co in.
"What happened to you?"
Skyler Jones casually asked.
Christine Quinn walked all the way to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazed at the scenery outside the glass curtain, and then calmly replied, "I’m fine."
Skyler Jones ca up behind Christine Quinn, "You don’t look fine."
"I rely thought of my mommy."
"Oh, do you still have the right to think of her?" Skyler Jones’s voice suddenly turned sarcastic.
Christine Quinn’s shoulders suddenly trembled.
Skyler Jones mockingly laughed, "Soone who indirectly caused her mother’s death, what right does she have to think about her mother?"
"If you want to grab sothing from the room, do it quickly, and leave once you’re done. I’d like so alone ti."
"Okay, there is sothing to discuss with you."
"Go on."
"Tomorrow evening, there’s a jewelry auction, I need you to be my date."
Christine Quinn turned around, frowned at Skyler Jones, "Did I hear right? You want to be your date?"
"The jewelry auction tomorrow is in New York, Ellender will also be there. You know Ellender is the latest International Business Director, replacing Robinson. The new project in New York needs to greet him... The damn thing is, this auction is a Lady’s Night, so I need a plus-one for attendance, and we have a news-loving sensitive lovely daughter, I don’t want our baby girl to see on the newspaper with another woman and not be happy."
"Fine, prepare the dress, I’ll accompany you tomorrow."
"Great, you won’t be alone, Howard Geoffrey will bring Becca along too."
Christine Quinn lightly nodded, "I have no objections."
Skyler Jones then turned to leave.
Christine Quinn watched Skyler Jones depart with a cold back, suddenly, as he was about to step over the threshold, she called out uncontrollably.
"Wait, Lin... Skyler Jones."
Even Christine Quinn startled herself, she still addressed him like before.
Luckily, she didn’t make a fool of herself.
Skyler Jones turned around, looking at her indifferently.
Christine Quinn hesitated for a second, then slowly walked up to Skyler Jones, taking a deep breath, she gently said, "Can I ask you a question?"
Skyler Jones’s tone was slightly impatient, "Go ahead."
Christine Quinn lowered her head, slowly asking, "If six years ago Howard Geoffrey hadn’t found a way to save , would you have watched die?"
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