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The night before my surgery, Blaine locked me in the basement.
Faced with my crying and fussing, the man frowned in irritation, holding Stella tighter in his arms.
"Myra, when did you become so delicate?"
"It's just one night in the basement, it's not going to kill you."
"This is Stella's only coming-of-age party, I can't let you ruin everything."
In the past, I might have screamed and demanded answers from him.
But now, I just pulled my sleeves down with indifference, hiding the needle marks on the back of my hand.
He doesn't know yet that I have leukemia and don't have long to live.
And tomorrow happens to be the day of my surgery.

Almost My Leukemia Surgery Date，My Husband Imprisons Me

At the hospital, I vaguely heard the doctor's words.


"The patient's condition is very unstable. Be prepared. After all, it was late-stage leukemia..." As if triggered by a keyword.


Blaine suddenly froze in place, unable to move. He was speechless, taking a long time to come to his senses.


The doctor looked at him with a strange expression: "You didn't know?"


When I regained consciousness, all I saw was white.


Confused, I tried to sit up, but a large hand pushed me back onto the bed.


At the moment of physical contact, I coldly turned my head away.


Blaine's hand lifted and then lowered again.


After a moment of silence, he asked hoarsely, "Why didn't you tell me about such a serious illness earlier?" "Not over yet, I've asked the doctor, and as long as we actively cooperate with the treatment..."


Blaine's face stiffened, the curve of his lips becoming rigid.


Chapter 5