The nurse wheeled her cart over to Pharaoh's bedside, handing him his medication and carefully setting up his IV. "Are you really not considering chemotherapy?" she asked, trying one last time. "These medications can only do so much, especially at this stage." These medications had very limited effects. To put it nicely, it's conservative treatment but bluntly, it's just waiting to die. She really couldn't understand his choice.

Pharaoh shook his head. "No, I'll just take the pills. You don't need to keep trying to convince me. I know what I'm doing."

The nurse sighed heavily. "If you won't do chemotherapy, will you still want to come in for regular scans to monitor the cancer's spread?"

After a pause, Pharaoh nodded. "Yeah, I'll keep up with the checkups. At least that way, I'll know how much time I have to set everything in order."

With that, the nurse finished setting up the IV, then turned to leave. As she opened the door, she came face to face with Nina standing right outside.

She instantly recognized her as the patient's daughter. Pharaoh had explicitly asked them not to tell his daughter about his condition, and the staff had respected his wishes. But now, there was no way to hide it since Nina had overheard everything.

The nurse said nothing, pretending she hadn't seen Nina there, and quietly pushed the cart down the hallway. It seemed this time, Pharaoh would have no choice but to face treatment, whether he liked it or not.

Nina stood in the doorway, processing what she had just learned. Her suspicions were confirmed. Pharaoh was seriously ill, diagnosed with late-stage cancer, and refusing chemotherapy. She had to change his mind.

Stepping into the room, she asked bluntly, "So, you're really set against chemotherapy?"

Pharaoh didn't look up, assuming it was the nurse again. "Yes, I'm sure. It's my illness, after all. I should have the right to decide how I handle it. I appreciate the concern, but I've had

enough interference."

As he spoke, he suddenly realized something was off. That voice... it wasn't the nurse. Slowly, he raised his head, meeting Nina's gaze.

"I knew something was off with you,"

Nina said, taking a step closer. "I

even asked you about it the last time we spoke, but you kept brushing it off. Now I know the truth that you have late-stage cancer. What type?

"I overheard everything just now," she continued. "You know my nature. When I set my mind on getting to the bottom of something, I don't give up, no matter how hard it is."

There was no use in hiding it from her. Instead of going around in circles, it was better to be honest and lay it all out.

"Nina, you stubborn child," Pharaoh said with a tone of mild reproach, but inside he felt a deep warmth.

For a parent, there was no greater comfort than knowing their child truly cared. His precious daughter truly did hold him close to her heart.

Now that things had come to this, he did not want to burden her further. Without any more hesitation, he told her directly, "I have late-stage liver cancer. Just found out recently Even ✩th treatment, it wouldn't make much difference. So l'@rather not go through it and just live day by day, however many I have left."

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