Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 153

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The lobby fell into chaos. It was fortunate that there weren’t many around. Otherwise, news of Ian’s

collapse would’ve already spread.

Ian had an assistant who swiftly picked him up and drove him to a hospital.

The wait was unbearably long.

It was only after an hour had passed that the medical personnel wheeled Ian out.

They had him moved to a VIP ward. Ian had regained consciousness by then and was seated on the

bed in silence. His lips seemed to have lost their color.

When he took notice of his assistant, Ian asked, “What time is it?”

The assistant flinched, took a look at his phone, and answered, “It’s 12:20 pm. What’s wrong, Mr.

Sanders?”

“It’s getting late. The engagement party is going to happen in six hours. I have to go,” Ian said, got up,

and headed out.

His assistant, however, stopped him. “The results of the examinations aren’t out yet, Mr. Sanders. You

can’t leave yet. You’re…”

“Sarah is waiting for me.” Ian frowned, his expression obstinate.

His assistant knew about it, but he was more concerned for Ian’s health.

Just as the two argued, the door to the ward opened and a doctor walked in with a thick stack of

reports. His expression was grim.

Ian used to be a doctor and knew his circumstances weren’t favorable when he picked up on the

doctor’s expression.

His heart skipped a beat.

“How is he, Doctor?” The assistant got to his feet to ask.

The doctor looked at him.

Ian took notice and spoke to his assistant. “Leave us. I need to speak to the doctor in private.”

The assistant wanted to protest. “But, Mr. Sanders…”

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“Leave,” Ian made it clear that it was not up for debate.

The assistant sighed and got up to leave.

Only after he left did Ian look at the doctor. He tried his best to keep himself calm as he said, “Alright.

Go ahead.”

The doctor set down the stack of health reports on the desk beside the bed and spoke gravely,

“According to the report, what you’re suffering from is…kidney failure.”

Something seemed to have snapped in Ian’s mind.

“Kidney failure?!” Ian picked up the stack of reports in disbelief, his hands trembling as he flipped

through the pages.

The sound of breathing was deafening in the large hospital ward. The only other thing that could be

heard was Ian flipping through the pages of the report.

His expression grew somber.

The reports were right. He was suffering from kidney failure.

How could he not understand the implications of having kidney failure after studying medicine for such

a long time?!

Even if he cooperated with the treatment and adjusted to his new reality in the days to come, he would

only be able to live for five years!

Ian’s heart sank!

How could five years be enough? He was just about to be officially engaged to Leah. They were about

to live happily ever after in their fairy tale ending.

The heavens were now making a fool of him!

“I imagine you know better than me what it means to suffer from kidney failure,” the doctor sighed.

Ian used to be well-known in the medical field. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for the doctor to recognized

him.

There was a saying that physicians cannot treat themselves. That was how things were. As a doctor,

he believed Ian would be more accepting of it than he was.

“Hm, please leave. I need some time.” Ian looked down.

He sat up on the bed in silence.

And just like that, ten minutes had passed.

That was when his assistant called, “Have you packed up, Mr. Sanders? We can take our leave now.

The engagement party will begin in five hours.”

Ian raised his head as if he were in a trance.

That’s right. The engagement party.

The engagement party for Sarah and I.

They were childhood sweethearts. He had been in love with her ever since they were children. Yet,

God made a fool out of him now that he could finally have what he wanted.

He had been a doctor for years. It wasn’t as though he had never thought about it before. He should

have been indifferent.

But how could he be indifferent?

Sarah…

“Mr. Sanders.” The assistant called out again.

“Yes.” Ian finally responded but found his voice hoarse beyond words. “I’m not going.”

“What?”

……

Leah was finally fitted into her dress at five that evening. Preparations had been made. All that was left

was to wait for Ian to arrive.

As time continued to tick by, Serena turned to check the time and complained as she frowned

impatiently. ” What time does he think it is? Where is that fiance of yours? What’s he up to?”

“Maybe something tripped him up,” Leah explained in his place.

“You’re not concerned that he ran away? You seem calm. It’s like you’re not concerned at all,” Serena

teased her.

Leah helplessly shook her head.

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That’s impossible. Ian would never do that.

She had confidence in him.

Another half an hour quickly passed. It was now 5:30 and time for them to head out together. Ian,

however, was still nowhere to be found.

Leah clenched her hands into fists.

Did something happen to him?

That was when the door to the lounge opened.

Leah heaved a sigh of relief and began to smile, but the person that stood before her had her freezing

in place.

The person who opened the door was Ron Sanders.

Ron seemed to have grown calmer after two years. He was in a black short sleeve shirt and

camouflage overalls. His head of black hair was somewhat messy and unruly, accentuating the playful

smile on his arrogant face.

“We meet again.” Ron looked at her with a smile that looked more like a leer.

Ron was intrigued by the Leah before him who was dressed splendidly.

Leah’s smile gradually began to fade. She asked, “Why are you here?”

“What? You seem disappointed to see me?” Ron raised a brow and ambled into the lounge. He

suddenly grinned. “You’re pretty.”

He sure is brazen to flirt so openly with his future sister-in-law.

He, however, didn’t think there was anything wrong with it.

Leah composed herself and shook her head. “Why are you here?”

“You’re getting engaged, aren’t you? I’m here to see you,” Ron looked around as he spoke and then

frowned. “Where’s Ian? Isn’t the party starting at 6? He’s not here?”

“No,” Leah answered.

“Tsk, he’s making you wait here by yourself? And he has the nerve to say he’s a gentleman.” Ron

scowled.

That was when a hotel staff knocked on the door. “The guests have all arrived, Ms. White. May we kick

off the engagement party?”

Leah did not look well.

Ian hadn’t arrived, but the party was about to start.

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