white love of life and death

"Miss Lily, the test results confirm that you have acute leukemia, commonly known as blood cancer. I suggest immediate hospitalization for treatment!"

Lilys hand clenched, her face pale, she hesitated for a moment and asked, "If I dont receive treatment, how long do I have left?"

"It depends on the patients condition, but most wont exceed six months."

"Thank you, doctor, I understand," Lily forced a bitter smile, got up, and left.

The moment she walked out of the clinic, tears fell silently, her lips still curved in a sorrowful smile.

God really wasnt going to spare her!

She mercilessly threw the medical record into the trash can and took a taxi home.

Tying on an apron, she began to prepare dinner.

Arranging the dishes, the wall clock struck eight oclock, and he should be back.

"Click!"

The door lock was turned, and her heart trembled in response, her hands clenched under the table, her knuckles white.

Ethan Blackwood pushed the door open, reeking of alcohol.

Lily frowned, used to this, and put on her usual smile: "Youre back! Come and eat!"

Ethan ignored her, not even looking at her, and went upstairs alone.

Already expecting this, Lily mustered her courage and said loudly, "Wait a minute, I have something to tell you."

Ethan paused, slowly curled the corner of his mouth, and without turning around: "Mrs. Blackwood, if you have anything to say, you can talk to my lawyer. My time is precious and cant be wasted on a worthless person."

"What do you mean? What lawyer?" Lily was shocked, and a bad feeling rose in her heart.

"I want a divorce!" Ethan enunciated each word clearly.

"What are you saying?" Lily stood up abruptly, looking at him in disbelief.

"Cant understand human language? Let me say it again, I want a divorce!"

The mans words were like a cold ice blade, stabbing into her heart, causing unbearable pain.

That tall figure mercilessly went upstairs.

"Bang!" Ethan slammed the bedroom door shut, showing his dissatisfaction and resentment towards her.

Yes, her husband hated her, and had hated her for three long years.

She thought that by doing everything perfectly, she could warm his heart and melt his knot, but she was daydreaming.

He still wanted to leave her, discarding her like an old shoe.

Lily slumped back into the chair, murmuring to herself: "Ethan, would you be satisfied if I died?"

Thinking of the countless times he looked at her with disgust, Lily felt a daze, suddenly feeling that her years of persistence were just a joke.

She picked up her chopsticks and pretended to be very happy, eating alone.

Her eyes were lifeless, holding a bowl of white rice, and forcefully shoveling the rice into her mouth.

A hot flow seemed to surge from her nose, and Lily suddenly froze, looking down at the white rice in the bowl being dyed red drop by drop.

That was her blood, gushing out uncontrollably.

She put down the bowl, wiped her hand, and her palm was full of dazzling red.

"Click!" The second-floor bedroom door was pushed open.

Instinctively, Lily reached up to cover her nose and mouth, looked up, and saw Ethan looking rushed, put on his coat, and went straight down the stairs to the front door and left.

So late, where was he going?

Lily hardly had time to think, ran to the balcony and looked down, Ethan drove away.

Why was this expression so familiar, just like when Rose had an accident?