Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 975

Khloe reached out, fingers lightly tracing through Nick's hair.

"Nick," she paused awhile before speaking again, her voice soft, "the three of us—our little family—we will always be together."

Nick echoed her words gently, "Yes. The three of us will always be together."

…

Three days—neither long nor short, yet to Khloe, it stretched on like a century.

Every day, Nick followed his hospital routine meticulously: injections on schedule, medications administered on time, check-ups attended punctually, forcing himself to eat enough, forcing himself to rest. Every detail executed to perfection.

What looked simple was anything but. It was grueling.

Yet, whenever Khloe asked how he felt, he would just smile faintly. "I'm fine. Don't worry."

She knew better. The side effects were already setting in.

His appetite waned. Even the blandest porridge was often left half-finished.

Night brought restless sleep. He would sometimes wake abruptly, linger in the bathroom for long stretches, then return quietly, watching her as she slept until he fell asleep again.

But he never said a word. Khloe never pressed him.

Between them, an unspoken understanding had formed. He shielded her from worry; she pretended not to notice, wiping away tears in private and acting as if nothing had happened.

Finally, on the evening of the third day, the hospital called.

"Mrs. Hunt, the results from Mr. Hunt's first stage of medication have come in. Please come to the hospital tomorrow morning. We'll review the follow-up treatment plan in person."

The doctor's voice was calm and professional, betraying no emotion.

Khloe's grip on the phone tightened slightly, but her voice remained steady. "Understood. We'll be there first thing tomorrow. Thank you."

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