Whimpering...
What a huge loss!
The little girl’s eyes swirled around.
The necklace must still be in the bedroom. Ha ha, let her search for it herself.
She searched every possible place where jewelry could be kept, even the cabinet where he kept important items, but in the end, she didn’t even catch a glimpse of the necklace.
Huff-huff, where could it possibly be hidden?
Could it be in the safe?
After pondering left and right, Chenxing pressed the safe’s secret.
Gu Shaocheng had told her the safe’s code, asking her to place any important items inside, and from then on, the safe would be shared between the two of them. Thus, she easily opened the safe.
She searched through both the upper and lower layers.
There were quite a few items inside, making the search inconvenient, so she decided to take everything out, searching item by item, but unfortunately, she found nothing.
Ah, it wasn’t in the safe either.
She placed each item back in its original place one by one, when suddenly, what’s this?
A dical check-up report?
Chenxing bit her lip, thinking it must be Shaocheng’s dical report. Alright, there shouldn’t be any problem with just flipping through, right?
With that thought, Chenxing no longer felt any guilt or sense of intrusion, and she opened the dical check-up report, flipping through it seemingly casually.
On a cool sumr day, she sat there, her body trembling, eyes intently reading until the very end, her gaze fixed on the final line—it was a diagnosis report.
Her hand trembled, the pages slipping from her grasp.
In an instant, her face went pale, her entire being biting her lip tightly.
Impossible!
It couldn’t be!
Her mind went blank.
What had she just seen?
Her heart ached sharply. She closed her eyes briefly, then picked up all the papers from the floor, reading them thoroughly, word by word. The dense dical report was filled with many professional terms that she couldn’t truly understand. Yet, those words and symbols, like poison, seeped into her mind.
Lou Gehrig’s disease?
A confird report?
Patient: Gu Shaocheng.
Stage: Early.
Chenxing sat there, clutching the A4 sheets of the dical report, her fingers already turning white.
Could Shaocheng have Lou Gehrig’s disease, the sa illness his mother had?
Her heart suddenly felt completely suffocated. How could she not have known? When had this happened? Reading the date on the dical report, the diagnosis had been made so ti ago. How did he suddenly contract such a terminal illness? Doctor Tian’s words were still fresh in her ears—this was one of the five major incurable diseases currently facing humanity, causing muscle atrophy, preventing one from controlling their own body, extrely horrifying...
That very instant, she vividly felt fear creeping from the bottom of her heart, weaving a dense net that trapped her within, then slowly tightening around her.
She couldn’t breathe, unable to catch her breath.
Cold sweat seeped layer by layer from her entire body.
Her heart sank continuously, deeper and deeper into despair, with no bottom, only an endless abyss.
Realizing she almost scread, Chenxing quickly covered her mouth, using all her strength to prevent any sound from escaping.
Footsteps approached from the doorway, along with Shaocheng and the butler’s conversation.
She didn’t have ti to compose her shock and fear, quickly stashing away the dical report, her movents frantic as she shoved it into the safe, pulled out the key, restored it to its place, and the next second, slipped off her shoes and dove under the covers.
With a creak, the door was pushed open at the sa ti.
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