Snare of Love
Chapter 838 Conservative Treatment

"You always cook the kids' favourite dishes. Why are you so enthusiastic today?" Jayden raised his head and looked at Coral.

For a moment, Coral didn't know how to answer.

Jessica chimed in, "Coral always cares about the kids. Now, she has finally realized she needs to care about us."

Jayden heaved a sigh. He could tell from all their expressions that they had known about his health issue, "I hide it from you just because I'm afraid you would be like this." None of the adults at the dining table had the appetite. Only the children didn't know anything about it. Amanda picked up some food for him, "Grandpa, are you unhappy today?" Jayden rubbed her head, "I'm not unhappy. Even if I wasn't happy, I would be happy as soon as seeing you, Amanda." After that, he looked at others and said, "Let's eat." "Let's start eating." Dolores didn't have any appetite, but she still urged others to eat. She didn't want the atmosphere to be so stressful, which wasn't good for Jayden's sickness. Firstly, he must have a good mood, which helped cure him.

After dinner, Dolores carried the baby upstairs. Matthew went upstairs as soon as he came back home. He said he had some urgent businesses to deal with, so he didn't come downstairs for dinner. Dolores knew that it was because of Jayden's condition.

She pushed the door of the bedroom open. The room was completely dark. The curtain wasn't pulled down in front of the window. She saw a black figure sitting there. She walked over and turned on the lamp on the nightstand. The yellow light lit up the bedroom. She put down the baby on the bed. The little fellow hadn't slept yet, but he didn't cry after being put down.

Dolores walked to the window and sat on his lap. Matthew wrapped his hands around her waist, pressing his head in her arms. She held him and asked, "What did the doctor say?"

Matthew was silent for a long while.

Dolores could clearly feel that he was slightly trembling. His lips and cheek that were clinging to her were icy cold.

Feeling sorry for him, Dolores kissed him on the forehead. She knew that he was the most upset one after knowing that Jayden had cancer, "No matter what, our children and I will always be with you. I also want to transfer the tailor's shop in City C to Theresa."

Theresa had the capability and she should something belonging to herself.

In fact, Dolores had such a thought for a long time. It was just because there wasn't a good chance before. Right now, she would take a chance to do it, and Theresa shouldn't refuse.

"I'll stay home with our children. I won't go anywhere. I'll be by your side and take care of Dad." She held his face with her hands, making him look into her eyes, "I'm so upset when seeing you so frustrated." Matthew pushed her hands away, pressing his head in her arms again. He said hoarsely, "Just let me calm down."

Dolores kept silent while holding him.

After a long time.

"He got advanced lung cancer. It's spreading. There's a shadow in his brain now," Matthew muffled in her arms.

According to the doctor, the cancer cells might have spread in Jayden's brain, which was quite dangerous. If not, he could make another three to six months. Otherwise, if it had been spread in his brain, he could only have another one to three months.

It was cruel news.

Dolores had been fully prepared, but her eyes were still reddened. She had thought that they should have one or two years. Much to her surprise, it had become so serious.

"What did the doctor suggest?" she asked in a hoarse tone.

"The doctor suggested taking the surgery. Others treatments all have quite limited effects. Dad doesn't want to do the surgery." Matthew left Dolores's arms and looked at her under the dim light, "He's quite stubborn."

Hence, he couldn't do anything.

Jayden said that he was so old, and he was unwilling to do the surgery on his head.

Dolores stroked his face, "Is there any conservative treatment for him?"

Matthew nodded.

"I've already sent people in the mansion to clean it up. We can move in tomorrow."

"Wah... Wah..." The baby suddenly started crying on the bed.

Matthew wanted to stand up. Dolores took the chance to stand up.

"I'll hold him," said Matthew. Probably he had been sitting for a long time and Dolores was sitting on his lap for a while, his thighs were numb. He bent over and rubbed them. Dolores squatted down, helping him rub.

Soon, he felt much better. He carried his son. The baby wasn't hungry or didn't pee. He just wanted to be held. As soon as Matthew held him up, he stopped weeping.

Matthew had already carried him quite often, but he still wasn't skilful enough.

Dolores said that she would go check on the other two kids, so she left.

Jessica had just finished bathing them. They were in pyjamas. Dolores pulled them to sit down on the bed and said, "I have something to tell you guys."

"What is it?" Amanda threw herself into her mother's arms. Dolores held her up and put Amanda on her lap.

Andres sat next to them as an adult and asked, “What happened? I could tell no one had an appetite when having dinner. After dinner, Grandpa Kevin went to Grandpa's room. He hasn't come out yet." Dolores rubbed his head and said, "We'll move in the Nelson Mansion tomorrow. We used to stay there before."

"I don't mind," Amanda said, "As long as you will also move in."

"Of course, we all will move in," Dolores held her and said, "Amanda, from now on, you must care more about Grandpa, OK?"

"I love and care about Grandpa a lot." Amanda had become mature. However, Dolores didn't tell her directly, so she still didn't get that her grandfather was sick.

However, Andrew realized something and asked, "Is Grandpa sick?"

Otherwise, why would their mother suddenly remind them about it?

Dolores reached out and held her son in her arms. She didn't deny or admit it. Instead, she said seriously to him, "Grandpa is getting old. He will be quite happy if Amanda and you are always by his side. From now on, you should accompany him and talk to him more."

"Mommy, no worries. We will," said Andrew obediently.

"Mommy, where is Aunt Renee?" Since Theresa had changed her appearance and got a new name, they had been calling her Aunt Renee instead of Aunt Theresa.

Theresa didn't eat much for dinner. She went out after dinner. It seemed she had received a call from Armand.

Dolores didn't know what happened exactly. However, she could guess that it might have something to do with Elizabeth.

After knowing that Jayden got sick, she didn't have much energy to care about others' businesses.

Theresa received a call from Armand after dinner. He said his phone was dead earlier, so he didn't saw her message until he turned on the phone again. Hence, he called her right away.

Elizabeth's head was injured. Although she didn't have any danger, she was in a coma for a long time. So far, she hadn't woken up yet.

Listening to Armand, Theresa could tell that he was not well. Although he insisted that he was fine, Theresa could tell from his tone that he was upset. She was worried about him, so she headed to the hospital.

When she arrived, Armand was sitting on the bench in the corridor. He lowered his head, looking quite frustrated. "Hey, Armand," Theresa called him.

Armand looked up and saw her. His dimmed eyes suddenly lit up. He stood up and asked, "Why are you here?"

Theresa walked to him. Originally, she was worried about him, but she answered, "I'm here to see Mrs. Bernie."

Armand felt a bit disappointed. He thought that she came over because she was worried about him, "She's in the ward," he said.

"You haven't eaten anything until now, have you?" Theresa could tell that his voice was hoarse.

Armand said, "I haven't had time yet."

"I'll buy some food for you." Theresa turned around. Armand followed her, "I'll go with you."

Theresa didn't respond, just tacitly approving it.

They walked shoulder-by-shoulder. It was evening, so there weren't many people in the corridor.

Out of the hospital, they went across the road to a noodle restaurant.

Armand ordered a bowl of beef noodles. He asked, "Theresa, have you had dinner yet?"

Theresa sat down and answered, "I've had it."

Armand nodded and asked again, "Are you thirsty?"

Theresa said, "No, I'm not."

Armand tried to replace a subject to talk to her, but he didn't know what to speak. Suddenly, he blurted out, "There's an accident today. Let's deal with the divorce tomorrow." Theresa clenched her hands under the table. She looked quite calm, "Are you so eager to divorce me?"

Armand looked at her, "Aren't you ready? I've been a drag for you for such a long time. I can't drag you any longer."

"Now you've realized you are a drag to me, so do you want to compensate me?" Theresa couldn't keep calm anymore. She was so angry with his words.

"What do you want?" Armand was quite generous to her. He was willing to give her no matter what she wanted.

"What else do you have?" He had left all his money to her. She wondered what else he still had now.

Theresa took a deep breath. She was afraid that she would lose control if continuing talking to him. She stood up and was about to leave.

"Wait, Theresa." Armand followed her to stand up.

Theresa said, "Go ahead with your dinner. I want to get some fresh air outside."

Armand followed her uneasily, "What happened to you?"

"I'm just fine!" Theresa felt extremely irritated, "Don't follow me."

"I'm worried about you." Armand pressed his lips, “Are you angry?"

Theresa looked back, staring at him under the street lamp. With a sneer, she said, "You asked me what I want, didn't you? Will you give me whatever I want?"

Armand answered without any hesitation, "Yes. I'll give you whatever you want as long as I can give it to you."

"Okay. Since you know you've owed me, give me your life," said Theresa from spite.

Armand looked at her angry face, "You are angry."

This time he didn't ask her but made a statement.

"Why did you skip my question? Do you want to go back on your word?" Theresa asked aggressively.

Armand stared at her and said affectionately, "Nope. I've said I'll give you whatever you want. I'm a man of my word. I've already given up something that I'm reluctant with the most. What else can I