The Third Day Away from Paige

Medical Center.

Hospital room.

"How is my brother?"

The bear-touching Mr. Robinson Jr. anxiously asked the moment he saw Adam.

Adam briefly explained Mr. Robinson's condition.

"It's all my fault."

Mr. Robinson Jr. clearly had a close relationship with his brother and blamed himself deeply.

"It's not your fault, honey."

Mrs. Robinson Jr., whose scalp had been opened and stitched back up, hurriedly comforted him. "It's all because of the tumor..."

She could not continue.

Because that was already her limit.

To comfort her husband, she had to admit that the Malignant Glioma had caused his judgment and behavior to become extremely abnormal.

And her whirlwind marriage to her husband—the boundless happiness of Prince Charming marrying Cinderella—had also been part of that abnormal influence.

Under normal circumstances, a rich, handsome man like her husband would never have been interested in a plain-looking waitress like her, much less met and married her within ten days.

She did not know what her husband had been like before.

But whenever she saw his older brother looking as though he had seen a ghost, and heard him questioning her husband in private more than once about whether he had hit menopause and why else he would marry a menopausal woman, she knew there had to be something wrong.

But Cinderella's happiness was simply too hard to give up.

So even knowing that there might be something wrong with it, she was willing to deceive herself. Maybe she really was her husband's one true love?

"Regarding this tumor..."

Dr. Shepherd smoothly took over and recommended Adam's clinical trial plan to Mr. and Mrs. Robinson Jr. He concluded, "Although it has not yet been tested on humans, this is the right direction, and it is your only chance. I recommend that you accept."

"Hahaha."

Mr. Robinson