A month

In the sterile confines of the doctor's office, Abby and Remo sat anxiously, their hands tightly intertwined. The air was heavy with anticipation as they awaited the doctor's revelation about Abby's father.

Dr. Simmons entered, a grave expression etched on his face. "Abby, Remo," he began, his voice measured. "I've carefully reviewed your father's test results, and I must say it's quite perplexing. The initial diagnosis of cancer doesn't align with the latest findings."

Abby's eyes widened, a mixture of confusion and concern clouding her expression. "What do you mean, Doctor? Isn't it cancer?"

Dr. Simmons sighed, his brow furrowing. "No, Abby. It's not cancer. I don't know how this misdiagnosis occurred, but your father is suffering from a highly unusual condition. It's a deadly poison that mimics the symptoms of cancer, creating a false impression."