Chapter 568 Menu Mariela lay in the intensive care unit for three days.
On the fourth day, the doctor said visitation was allowed.
Every day from 230 to 3:00 pm, there was a halfâhour visiting time.
On the first visit, Lennon wanted to see Mariela, but Deandre firmly refused.
Lennon didnât argue with Deandre.
His daughter had been harmed several times before, almost losing her life. This time, her life was hanging by a thread, Putting himself in Deandreâs shoes, if he were Deandre, he would also refuse to let that dangerous man near his daughter.
Lennon understood Deandre.
But he still couldnât suppress the discomfort in his heart.
These days, he was mentally and physically exhausted.
Mariela had just been saved from the brink of death, and then his father had this mishap.
There was Nikolas, who had caused chaos in the Stark family, making them restless.
After a few words with Deandre, Lennon turned and left.
Before reaching Royceâs ward, Lennon could hear a heated argument from a distance.
It sounded like Rayne was arguing with someone.
Lennon quickened his pace, turned the corner of the corridor, and arrived at the door of Royceâs ward.
From a distance, he only heard Rayneâs voice. As he got closer, the argument became clearer, and Royceâs weak voice reached Lennonâs ears.
Royce said, âWhy are you stopping me? Itâs better to die than to live like this. After all, Iâm going to die sooner or later.â
Rayne cried out, âDo you want to die? Do you want to leave your parents and Lenny behind? How can they accept this?â
âWhatâs the use of accepting it?â Royceâs voice rose slightly, hoarse.âThe doctors said I have at most one month left. Whether I die early or late, Iâm still going to die!â
âA month is still time!â Rayne cried.âLiving one more day is one more day.â
Royceâs voice also had a sobbing tone, sounding extremely uncomfortable.
âIâm suffering like this. I wake up in pain every night. Iâm constantly taking painkillers and getting painârelieving injections. My hair is falling out in clumps, and I canât eat a bite of food. W the point of living like this? Itâs better to die! Every day, I wake up and count the days I have it.
Iâm fed up with this life. Let me die. Dying is easier than livingâ