Chapter 75

Chapter 75

“Have you asked him?” Nathan asked. He came here this morning and I guess he only stopped by to ask about that. I placed the coffee on the small table in our living area before I glanced at him and sat beside him.

“I did,” I replied. “He already knows that truth as well about Emman,” I added and wore that tiny smile.

“How sure are you that Sean will live if he takes the treatment?” I asked again, even though Sean already refused to take it no matter how I persuaded him.

Nathan paused and looked away for a moment before he blew out a little sigh.

“As I said it's a risk, Dahlia. Who knows? He might still live if he decides to take the trea—”

“And if he doesn't?”

It shut him up. I witnessed how he was lost for words the moment I brought up the other side of Sean's situation. No matter how we avoid thinking about that negative side, we cannot run away from it; we cannot deny that death is indeed chasing him, trying to collect his life.

“Dahlia, you know that I'm just doing