My Alleged Husband

Chapter 1365 - 1188: A Different Ending

There’s nothing that can’t be overcome, and no ending that is truly unbearable.

We all have our own personalities, we all live with pride, and no one will foolishly make others think they are useless.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and Old Master Zhang’s pathology report was about to come out. He waited with a bit of anticipation for a good result, but she was terrified that this result might crush him. Yet, he had no choice; many things must be experienced personally.

After lunch, the doctor called her into the office to look at it. He immediately knew the news but didn’t know whether to tell or not. He wondered if telling would place too much of a psychological burden on the patient, but if not, how could he feel at ease treating his illness when he didn’t even know his condition?

"Doctor, I’d like to ask about my physical condition. I hope you can be as honest with me as before. Don’t keep anything from me, because you might hide it for now but not forever. Whether the result is good or bad, it’s my burden to bear, and only by shouldering the results meant for me might life be any different.

I am well aware of whether the result is good or bad, and regardless of the outcome, it is mine to bear. This is what I want, I don’t want to die not knowing why I died. I want clarity in my death. You know, I am someone with pride and dignity, a pride and dignity that surpasses all else..."

The doctor understood well, listening to such a seasoned figure from the business world, it felt humbling to chat with someone of such caliber.

However, the doctor was conflicted, uncertain of what to do. If he really went through with this, how could he reconcile it within himself, especially with his Uncle Shi!

"Uncle Shi, since you are so eager to know your condition, I can only be frank with you. The result of your test is not good; the tumor is confirmed to be malignant. We don’t know how much time you have, but I hope you can still live happily and as you wished during these final moments. Chemotherapy is an option, and there might be a chance of recovery, but the choice ultimately rests with you..."

Even though Old Master Zhang had expected this result, it was shocking to hear it from the doctor. He hadn’t anticipated his once healthy body would become like this.

"Since things have reached this stage, there’s nothing worth disregarding. But I still hope you can keep it secret; don’t tell my grandchildren. They have happy lives to lead, so why should they worry over the impending departure of an old man like me?

Your father and I have been good friends, and you’re someone I hold in high regard. Although there’s been nothing unforgettable between us over these years, I know your father has kept in touch with me. I’ve never responded because I know that, often, choosing silence is the best answer. If I leave and you see your father, please apologize for me. I failed all the expectations he had of me!"

"Uncle Shi, don’t say that. You still have hope of recovery, but you insist on giving up treatment. Are you really afraid your grandchildren will become anxious upon learning of your condition? That’s just one aspect; most importantly, you don’t want your son to return because of your illness. Your pride prevents you from letting your biological son trample over your dignity time and again. You can’t bear this humiliation from your son. If your heart is truly for your son’s well-being, you should inform your family. Although the outcome may be hard to accept, and they might feel troubled by this news, it’s better than not telling them. At least they won’t feel as upset and mournful for your secrecy after you pass, right? They just want their family to be beside them, to be honest about everything. If you hide the truth, it would be even harder for them, wouldn’t it?"

"You should know that once such a diagnosis is confirmed, my body can only struggle on, sustained by sheer will. The constant pain feels like torment, weakening a person’s resolve, leaving them unable to continue living. Do you know, from the moment I realized the possibility of having a malignant tumor, knowing I might not live long, my heart struggled to find peace. Although I seem to take everything lightly, is that really how I feel deep down? Whose heart wouldn’t grow fragile from illness, wanting comfort from others? But for the sake of my family’s happiness, their joy is more important to me than my health. If I undergo treatment, it would certainly reach my family’s ears. I can’t let them be saddened by my illness. I’d rather bear all the pain alone than let them lead a sorrowful, miserable life...

If you truly regard me as your father’s close friend and respect me as an elder, then please, keep this a secret. If this is leaked, my life would become even harder. I don’t want my descendants to be frightened by the impending loss of someone destined to die. I can’t allow them to live so arduously, forcing smiles to maintain my spirits, only to cry in secret. This solitary existence is enough for me; I don’t wish the same on those who come after me. Even if my son can’t see me one last time before I die, I accept this because I chose this path and must bear it alone..."

The roads once traveled are known only to oneself; no one considers your circumstances. Only you can understand yourself.

Only by shaping the future together can one truly live with pride!