Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

The doctor furrowed his brow, giving a slight shake of his head.

"Ms. Selena, honestly, things aren't looking too good..."

Brook, hearing just those few words, felt faint, his eyes rolling back.

"Uncle, don't worry..."

Selena pressed on his acupressure point to soothe him and applied some essential oil to his temples.

Brook couldn't hold back his tears.

He was in his early fifties, having raised two kids on his own, and barely had the chance to enjoy life. How could he just accept this fate? "Selena, you have to save me, I don't want to die..."

"I haven't seen that brat get married and have kids, and you still haven't found someone to take care of you. What will you do if I'm gone?" "Why is my life so tough..."

He cried almost like a child.

Selena was worried but also at her wit's end. The fact that men never truly grow up was something she had fully experienced with her uncle. She comforted him gently for a while, almost swearing to find a doctor to treat him, which finally calmed him down a bit.

Later, Selena went back to the doctor's office to get a detailed understanding of his condition.

The doctor explained that with mid-stage stomach cancer, immediate surgery was necessary, with a survival rate of over fifty percent. Post-surgery, with proper care and regular check-ups, as long as there are no signs of significant relapse, the outcome could be positive.

However, opting for conservative treatment without surgery would mean the condition could worsen, and cancer cells might spread to other parts of the body.

The sooner the surgery, the better the chances. Of course, every surgery has its risks, and the family needs to think it over carefully.

Leaving the doctor's office, Selena didn't head straight back to the ward. Instead, she stood in the hallway, gazing up at the sky, her expression weary. Birth, aging, illness, and death are the greatest forces of nature, yet the greatest inevitabilities of life.

Her uncle was still in his prime. If

illness

took his life, it wouldn't just

be him who couldn't accept it

neither could she or Ricky.

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Her phone suddenly rang.

Selena picked it up; it was Callum calling.

She quickly answered, "Dr. Campbell, I was just about to call you."

Callum's voice was warm, "Did your uncle get his results?"

"Yes." Her voice was slightly hoarse, "His condition isn't good, he needs the best doctor for his surgery."

Top doctors could increase the chances of success.

Just like Dr. Carrillo had for her and Mateo in the past.

But finding such top-level medical resources is tough, so she had to ask Dr. Campbell for help.

After all, he had more connections in the medical field.

"Alright, gather your uncle's medical records and scans and send them to my email. We'll find the best doctor, don't worry." Dr. Campbell always had a way of calming people down.

Feeling reassured, Selena said, "Dr. Campbell, thank you... when I get back, I'll bring you some of Newport's peanut brittle."

Dr. Campbell didn't like her always

saying thank you, so she

remembered he had a soft spot for peanut brittle and changed her words.

QU.

On the other end, Callum smiled gently, "Alright, I'll be waiting for your return."

Then he lowered his voice a bit, "Selena, have you seen Everett since you've been back?"

If he wasn't caught up in a closed medical study, he wouldn't have let Selena return to Newport alone.

Not only had she seen him, but she'd bumped into him twice in just two days, and they'd argued both times...

Thinking of that man gave her a

headache, and she didn't want Callum to worry or be distracted, so she simply said, "No, Newport's not that small, and besides, we're

divorced, we won't have any interaction." noveldrama