Novel1Chapter 450: Rachel's words melted away his embarrassment. He straightened his clothes, then hesitated. “Elsa must have cto you. I'm sorry for the trouble, but..." Huey's voice cracked. "But please... If there's any way, help me. I can't just stand by and watch Myrna die. I'm begging you. If I have to kneel, I will." Rachel quickly stopped him. "Please don't." The thought of him kneeling was too much for her to bear.
His eyes were filled with raw pain-so much that Rachel found it difficult to meet his gaze.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Huey, I promise-if there's anything I can do, I will." "You mean it?" His voice wavered.
She gave a firm nod. "I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. I'll do my best." "Thank you so much." A faint smile flickered in his eyes for the first time.
"I need to take care of something. Could you stay with Myrna for a while?" Rachel nodded. "Of course." The moment Huey left, she made her way to the hospital room. But as soon as she stepped inside, she froze. Sitting in a wheelchair was someone with a shaved head.
For a split second, she thought her eyes were deceiving her.
She stepped back into the hallway, double-checking the room number, just to be sure.
But even after confirming it was the right room, she stood there in stunned disbelief.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHer face was frozen in shock, as if she had been struck by lightning. The person in the wheelchair slowly turned and offered a small smile. "Sorry, Rachel. Did I scare you?" Rachel still felt like she was in a daze. If she weren't seeing it firsthand, she wouldn't have believed it. The person sitting there was Myrna. There was no doubt about it.
Latest chapters in glovesBut just ten minutes ago, Myrna had long, flowing hair, pinned with a tiny daisy and tied back with a delicate bow. She had been smiling, dressed beautifully, glowing with warmth.
How could everything change so drastically in a mere ten minutes? Rachel's feet felt like lead as she stepped forward. "Did you cut your hair?" Myrna shook her head gently. "I didn't cut it. This... this is the real me."
So, she really had no hair. But what about the long hair she had earlier? Seeing Rachel's confusion, Myrna took the initiative to explain.
"You're right. The long hair you saw was a wig. Late-stage cancer means chemotherapy, and I foolishly thought I could hold onto my hair. But as the days passed more and more strands fell out, until there was barely anything left. It was no different from being bald. Women love looking beautiful, and I cried over it more times than I can count. In the end, Huey boughta set of wigs. I love him, Rachel. I want him to rememberat my best, not like this. That's why, whenever he's around, I wear the wig." Rachel listened, her throat tightening with emotion. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.
After saying goodbye to Myrna and leaving, Rachel felt an overwhelming sense of sadness. The image of the wig lingered in her thoughts.
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