Married a Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 1528

Elijah and Kasey were both struck by the same overwhelming shock. The doctor's profound emotions sent shivers down their spines, foreboding something terrible.

"What's the matter, Dr. Sheridan?" Kasey asked, her voice tinged with worry.

Dr. Sheridan handed them Nala's medical report. "When she arrived at the hospital, she had injuries, so we conducted a comprehensive examination. The results revealed pathological changes in her blood..."

They stared at him, their eyes wide with fear.

"In simpler terms, she has leukemia."

"What?" Kasey felt her strength wane and struggled to catch her breath, nearly stumbling.

Elijah steadied her, though he also felt drained. He put on a facade of composure.

"Are you absolutely certain?" He enunciated each word carefully. "Dr. Sheridan, is this truly our daughter's report?"

"I wish I could be wrong," Dr. Sheridan said somberly. "I was concerned when the report came in, so I rechecked it myself. Unfortunately, the diagnosis remains the same. It's leukemia but in its early stages, which means it's treatable."

"Please, you must save her!" Kasey's heart shattered, and she sobbed. "I only have one daughter... I've been caring for her since the day she was born. She's my entire world! I can't bear to go on if anything happens to her..."

"Take a breath!" Elijah implored. "Didn't the doctor mention there's a treatment?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Chriss, it's crucial that you stay composed," Dr. Sheridan urged. "We will devise a comprehensive treatment plan, although there may be medication and injection side effects depending on her response. But..."

"No matter what, we will do whatever it takes to restore our daughter's health!" Elijah said with unwavering determination.

Kasey turned to him, realizing in that moment he was not just her husband but the person she could lean on for the rest of her life. Petty arguments and misunderstandings seemed trivial compared to their daughter's illness.

Elijah loved their child.

So did she.

Using the showerhead, she tried to wash away the haunting memories of that night.

She believed she had pushed those memories to the back of her mind. Why had Drake brought them up again?

She squeezed her eyes shut, tears streaming down her cheeks and mixing with the water.

She was uncertain how long Chris had been calling her—his voice eventually faded away. She dried herself off, wore her robe, and stepped out. She noticed a table set with freshly cooked dishes as she entered the living room.

A pot of hot soup simmered in the kitchen.

Just then, her phone buzzed. It was a message from Chris.

[No matter what, please don't starve yourself. Eat properly, okay?]