CHAPTER 142 2Nd Mother is Sick

The CEO

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I guided her up the stairs, holding her hands, hoping I could transfer my strength to her.

Each step seemed laborious to her as she leaned on me for support, but she shot a fragile smile, a failed attempt to reassure me. When we reached her room, I gently helped her into bed, carefully tucking the blankets around her.

Seeing her so vulnerable made my heart melt. A subtle pain traversed through me.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my heart heavy with different emotions.

"How long do you have left?" My voice trembled, my tongue struggling to form the words as if acknowledging it would make it more real. My mind couldn’t wrap itself around the fact that she was dying.

My eyes met hers, and the pain in them fed the pain in me.

Tracy's gaze softened, her voice somewhat similar to a whisper. "The doctor said maybe a month or two." Her words hung in the air—it was a death sentence, cold and final.

"Why didn’t you say something about it?" I asked, my voice cracking underneath the