Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 1051

A few days passed.

Aurora was very fortunate to receive a heart just in time. The donor had been in a car accident. With a healthy heart, she survived the crisis.

During these days, Theodore stayed by Aurora's side, significantly reducing his time with Rosalie.

Rosalie often wanted to ask him about the biopsy results, but when she reached the ward and saw Theodore tenderly caring for Aurora, she felt he already had someone to care for him. She thought there was no need for her to interfere.

Rosalie let out a soft sigh and turned to leave.

Theodore noticed her. He said a few words to Aurora before leaving the ward to catch up with her. "Rose."

Rosalie stopped in her tracks. She turned around and said, "I came to ask about your biopsy results. If you really don't want to tell me, then forget it. Anyway, you and Aurora are together now. If you have any issues, just talk to her. Goodbye."

"It's malignant," Theodore said to her retreating figure.

Rosalie turned back, staring at him in shock. "What did you say?"

Theodore took a few steps closer. "The tumor is malignant. I need to go through chemotherapy to shrink it before it can be surgically removed."

Rosalie's fingers started trembling. She approached Theodore, her voice shaky. "Then... Can it be cured?"

"I've consulted the doctors. Chemotherapy is the first step," Theodore replied.

Rosalie's heart pounded violently. For a moment, she didn't know what to say. After a long silence, she finally managed to organize her thoughts. "Will you return home for treatment or stay in Melrine?"

"I'll stay in Melrine. Aurora hasn't recovered yet and can't take a flight."

"Theo, did the doctors mention the success rate?"

"They're uncertain. Right now, they can only try our best."

"Does Aurora know about this?"

"She doesn't. She just had surgery and can't handle the stress. That's why I hope you won't tell her."

"When do you start chemotherapy?"

"Tomorrow."

Rosalie arrived at Justin's room, only to find it empty. A nurse was tidying the bed.

A pang of anxiety hit her. She immediately stepped forward and asked, "Where is he?"

"He's been discharged," the nurse replied.

"Discharged? Who approved his discharge?"

"The patient signed the papers himself. Oh, he left a letter for you."

Rosalie took the letter and went to the doorway before opening it.

'Rose, by the time you read this letter, I'll already be gone. I'm sorry for leaving without saying goodbye. I didn't know how to face you. Don't worry about me; I'll take care of myself. Please take care of yourself too and never let yourself be wronged. If fate allows, we'll meet again. Don't worry—I will live well.'

Rosalie clutched the letter tightly, tears dripping onto the paper. The ink smudged as her tears soaked into the letter.

She pressed the letter to her chest and began to cry. "Justin, since you've chosen to leave, I respect your decision. I hope you live well. Please stay safe."