After I died, they regretted it. Chapter 2

I stared blankly at the two medical reports in my hand.

An hour ago, at St. Jude Medical Center.

"If we start aggressive treatment now, there's still a thirty percent chance."

Dr. Evans said regretfully.

"You're still so young. We recommend you try. If possible, bring your family to discuss the treatment plan."

I couldn't process it.

"Dr. Evans."

My throat was terribly hoarse.

"How long do I have left?"

"My baby... will I get to see my baby born?"

Dr. Evans looked at me with pity.

"Your situation isn't optimistic, but there are cases of cancer remission. If your emotional and physical well-being are good, a conservative approach might allow you to carry the baby to term before starting chemotherapy."

I nodded, my body trembling as I thanked her, preparing to leave.

"We still strongly advise you to discuss this with your family and proceed with intervention as soon as possible."

The doctor reminded me one last time.

My gaze lingered on the words "brain cancer."

God had played a cruel joke on me.

My period was late this month, and I secretly went to the hospital, suppressing a flutter of excitement.

Just as I wished, I was pregnant with Liam's baby.

But I didn't get to share the news with him,

before another medical report plunged me into hell.