Emma sat in Nathan’s office.
With his back to her, he was watering the potted plant on his windowsill.
“Your physical condition is still not looking good. While your illness hasn’t worsened, many of your test markers are still below target. I recommend that you be hospitalized as soon as possible.”
Emma adjusted the scarf around her shoulders and coughed softly. “What’s the latest I can be admitted?”
Nathan turned around and set down the watering can. “There is no ‘latest.’ The sooner, the better.”
The sooner, the better. Emma considered this. If she wanted to live, she had to listen to her doctor and start inpatient treatment right away. But there was one important thing she needed to take care of first, so…
“I understand. Thank you, Dr. Allen. I’ll go home and think about it.”
Think about it?
Nathan’s brow furrowed at her words. His cool gaze pierced through his thin lenses, landing on Emma’s face. “What is there to think about? Your illness can’t afford any more hesitation.”
His tone was so cold it reminded her of when she had first met him at the hospital.
She kept her eyes lowered, not looking at him. Her expression was calm. “Yes, I appreciate your concern, Dr. Allen, but I have my own plans.”
He didn’t understand anything.
He didn’t know about the state of her marriage or what she was currently enduring. But then again, he was just her doctor; he had no obligation to know the details of her personal life.
“Emma.”
It was the first time Nathan had ever said her name so formally.

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