Chapter 227 Brian’s In
Trouble
Huey’s voice remained hoarse from silently shedding tears.
Overcome with anxiety, he turned, his cheeks still damp with fresh tears.
He hastily wiped them away. “Sorry… I must look pathetic.”
“Not at all, Huey. To me, you’re someone with a deep heart and unwavering loyalty. I admire that about you.”
Rachel’s words melted away his embarrassment. He straightened his clothes, then
hesitated. “Elsa must have come to you. I’m sorry for the trouble, but…”
Huey’s voice cracked. “But please… If there’s any way, help me. I can’t just stand by and watch Myrna die. I’m begging you. If I have to kneel, I will.”
Rachel quickly stopped him. “Please don’t.”
The thought of him kneeling was too much for her to bear.
His eyes were filled with raw pain–so much that Rachel found it difficult to meet his
gaze.
“Huey, I promise–if there’s anything I can do, I will.”
“You mean it?” His voice wavered.
She gave a firm nod. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. I’ll do my best.”
“Thank you so much.” A faint smile flickered in his eyes for the first time.
“I need to take care of something. Could you stay with Myrna for a while?”
Rachel nodded. “Of course.”
The moment Huey left, she made her way to the hospital room.
But as soon as she stepped inside, she froze. Sitting in a wheelchair was someone with a shaved head.
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For a split second, she thought her eyes were deceiving her.
She stepped back into the hallway, double–checking the room number, just to be sure.
But even after confirming it was the right room, she stood there in stunned disbelief.
Her face was frozen in shock, as if she had been struck by lightning.
The person in the wheelchair slowly turned and offered a small smile. “Sorry, Rachel. Did I scare you?”
Rachel still felt like she was in a daze. If she weren’t seeing it firsthand, she wouldn’t have believed it. The person sitting there was Myrna. There was no doubt about it.
But just ten minutes ago, Myrna had long, flowing hair, pinned with a tiny daisy and tied back with a delicate bow. She had been smiling, dressed beautifully, glowing with
warmth.
How could everything change so drastically in a mere ten minutes?
Rachel’s feet felt like lead as she stepped forward. “Did you cut your hair?”
Myrna shook her head gently. “I didn’t cut it. This… this is the real me.”
So, she really had no hair. But what about the long hair she had earlier?
Seeing Rachel’s confusion, Myrna took the initiative to explain. “You’re right. The long hair you saw was a wig. Late–stage cancer means chemotherapy, and I foolishly thought I could hold onto my hair. But as the days passed, more and more strands fell out, until there was barely anything left. It was no different from being bald. Women love looking beautiful, and I cried over it more times than I can count. In the end, Huey bought me a set of wigs. I love him, Rachel. I want him to remember me at my best, not like this. That’s why, whenever he’s around, I wear the wig.”
Rachel listened, her throat tightening with emotion. For a moment, she didn’t know
what to say.
After saying goodbye to Myrna and leaving, Rachel felt an overwhelming sense of sadness. The image of the wig lingered in her thoughts.
Unable to shake the feeling, she pulled out her phone and called the doctor.
“Dr. Thompson, I need to ask you something.”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“As my
18.3%
condition
progresses… will I lose my hair too? Will it fall out completely?”
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Darren paused briefly before responding in a careful tone. “Ms. Marsh, kidney failure can cause hair loss, yes. Your mental state, stress levels, and overall health also play a role. That’s why it’s important to take care of yourself and not dwell on it too much.”
“I understand. Thank you, Dr. Thompson.”
So, it was possible. It could happen to her, too.
Maybe it wouldn’t fall out in clumps like with chemotherapy, but for a woman, watching it thin and disappear little by little could be just as painful–if not worse.
Rachel was lost in thought as she crossed the street at a traffic light.
Out of nowhere, a car came to a screeching halt. The driver stuck his head out and snapped, “Are you crazy? Watch where you’re going!”
“Sorry,” Rachel said instinctively.
But a second later, she realized–she hadn’t done anything wrong.
It was the driver who had run the red light, not her.
The world, she thought bitterly, had too much unfairness in it.
That afternoon, Rachel found herself wandering into a shopping mall.
She walked into the most high–end store and tried on two different wigs.
After a moment of consideration, she made her decision and said, “I’ll take these two. Please wrap them up. Also, I’ll provide you with an address–could you arrange for them to be delivered in two months?”
The shopkeeper blinked in surprise, thinking she had misheard. “Two months later?”
“Yes,” Rachel confirmed. By then, her condition would likely have deteriorated. Or maybe she wouldn’t even have the strength to go shopping anymore.
When she returned home, Rachel thought for a moment that she was hallucinating. “What are you doing in my place? And how did you even get my address?” Her voice was laced with indifference as she stared at Tracy, her expression distant and detached.
Ronald stepped forward, looking slightly guilty. “Apologies, Ms. Marsh. I was the one who
told her about it.”
Rachel’s gaze snapped to him. “Ronald, isn’t leaking an employee’s personal information a violation?” Her words were sharp, leaving no room for excuses.
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Before Ronald could respond, Tracy suddenly grabbed Rachel’s arm, her voice trembling with desperation. “Rachel, Brian’s in trouble. Please… you have to help him.”
Rachel immediately assumed that Brian’s grandparents had learned about their breakup and were making things difficult for him.
“You overestimate me,” she said coolly. “I can’t help.”
But Tracy refused to let go and clutched her arm tightly as if Rachel were her last hope.
“Tracy, instead of wasting your time here, why don’t you go buy some medicine? If his grandparents are punishing him physically, at least you’ll have something to treat his wounds afterward.”
With that, she pried Tracy’s grip off and turned to leave.
But Tracy’s voice rang out urgently behind her. “Rachel, you don’t understand—it’s not his grandparents. It’s the Carpenter family!”
Rachel stopped in her tracks. “The Carpenter family?”
Tracy nodded anxiously. “After Brian got back, he said he was going to the Carpenter’s to apologize to Natalia Carpenter’s father. But it’s been an entire day, and there’s been no news from him.”
Rachel shifted her gaze to Ronald. “Have you sent anyone to check on the situation?”
“We have,” Ronald replied, his tone serious. “But that residence is heavily guarded. Our people couldn’t get in.”
Rachel crossed her arms. “If even your people can’t get in, then what makes you think I could? Brian and I have nothing to do with each other anymore. If he’s still missing after 24 hours, just call the police.”
Tracy stared at her in disbelief, as if she couldn’t recognize the woman in front of her. “How can you say that? Brian’s life could be in danger, and you’re just going to stand by and do nothing? You were together for so long. How could you be so cold?”
Rachel’s gaze turned icy. “You’re right. I’m cold and heartless. Now get out. Don’t ever come here again.”
