Chapter 48 I Was A Woman With A Vicious Heart
Despite only sleeping a few hours last night, Timothy was still full of energy. Noticing Nolanâs absence,
he deliberately lowered his voice and said, âMrs. Dalton, Mr. Dalton really cares about you. You see, he
even arranged a medical checkâup for you.â
Care?
Peyton found the word laughable when he heard it.
She thought, âHe made me undergo the examination just to ensure that
I was alive, and then it would be easier for him to torture me.â
âI was curious. If he really knew that I had stomach cancer, what expression would he have?â
âOkay,â Peyton didnât say anything else. After all, she didnât have any other choice now.
There are many examination projects, but there is no gastroscopy. This project of gastroscopy is
particularly troublesome. The examinee needs to take laxatives in the early morning, have several
bowel movements until the stomach and intestines are empty, and then be given anesthesia for the
examination.
Peyton was already weak in health and couldnât handle such turmoil. In addition, she had married
Nolan since her student days, and her daily routine had always been very regular, so her digestive
system generally wouldnât have any issues.
Timothy never thought about her stomach being bad, so he didnât specifically ask her to undergo any
checks in that regard.
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After Peyton finished the examination, the test results
Peyton had been hungry all morning and had just sat down to have a few sips of soup when Nolan
appeared at the door.
He stood at the doorway, his expression as cold as ever. She guessed he must have rushed over from
the office. He was wearing a perfectly tailored suit, and the black and white striped tie made him look
even more imposing.
The tie was bought by her for him in the past. Peyton still remembers the sweetness when she used to
tie the tie for him.
Two years have passed, and now she only feels heartbroken.
Nolan looked at her pale face. He wondered, âWhy does she always look so frail every time I meet
her?â
âCould there really be something wrong with her body?â
âMr. Dalton, donât worry, I didnât die. And I wonât seek death in the future,â Peyton said, breaking the
silence between the two.
She continued to drink soup. Her fair hand was swollen in a large area due to the previous needle
extraction. She looked particularly fragile, evoking sympathy.
After one night, Nolan had already lost his anger from last night. âDid the results come out?â
âNot yet.â
Speaking of the test results, Peyton put down the spoon in their hand and looked up, meeting Nolanâs
gaze. âIf there were any issues with the test results, youâ¦â
Nolan interrupted her directly and asked, âWhat could be wrong with your body?â
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âFor example, if I had a terminal illness or something,â Peyton stared directly into his pupils. âCan you
spare me?â
Nolan had just sat down on the couch when he heard the question posed by Peyton. His heart sank,
causing him to instinctively straighten his back and rub his left hand with his right hand, continuously.
His tone remained icy as he said, âGo ahead, tell me. What terminal illness do you have?â
Peyton thought, âAlthough I didnât have a colonoscopy, I had an enhanced CT scan. Even if I couldnât
determine whether my tumor was benign or malignant, it can be seen on the CT images that there is
local. thickening of my stomach wall. Moreover, if my tumor is particularly large, it may also invade
other tissues and structures around my stomach, such as the left liver. The images even show enlarged
lymph nodes due to tumor metastasis.â
âSo, there would be results on my test report,â Peyton looked into his deep and inscrutable eyes, as a
knocking sound came from the door.
âCome in.â
Timothy came in with the urgent report results. Peyton stopped drinking soup. âIt seems like my test
results are out.â
She looked up at Nolan, her hand holding the spoon sweating. She was a little nervous.
All along, what she was most curious about was what expression Nolan would have if he knew she had
a terminal illness.
Was he happy that she was finally going to die, or was he slightly sad?
The life and death that she had long abandoned, at this moment, seems to have gained a little
meaning.
Nolan didnât speak. He had a gloomy face and coldly stared at the
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report card in Timothyâs hand.
Under Nolanâs gaze, Timothy felt immense pressure and quickly put on a smile, saying, âThe results
are in. Mr. Dalton, rest assured. I told you Mrs. Dalton would be fine. Here are the report results, take a
look.â
Peyton wondered, âWas my body okay?â
Peyton frowned. She thought, âItâs normal not to see any abnormalities. on the CT scan if itâs in the
early stages of cancer. In the early stages, even the patientâs organs themselves wonât have significant
changes or symptoms.â
âBut I was already in the advanced stage of cancer. According to common sense, there should have
been some issues visible.â
In her contemplation, Nolan finally felt relieved, but soon his expression became even more indifferent.
He walked towards Peyton step by step. Peyton watched the man getting closer and closer, feeling a
chill running through his body.
Peyton felt uneasy as she was being stared at by him in such a way. She didnât know what exactly he
had seen.
She had thought about how he would look after knowing about her condition, but she had never
thought that he would be angry.
Nolan had approached her. He looked down at her with anger in his
eyes.
âThe inspection resultsâ¦â Peyton began.
Nolan angrily threw a pile of reports at her and said, âSee for yourself!â
Peyton found the CT order, and it clearly stated that there were no abnormalities in the results.
Furthermore, her blood report indicated.
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that her white blood cell and red blood cell counts were around four point something.
Her white blood cell count increased, which she could understand because she had received an
injection last night. However, she
believed that there must be a problem with the CT results. With the level of equipment in this private
hospital, it was absolutely impossible not to detect any issues.
The checkable results were right in front of her. Just as Peyton was feeling strange, Nolan suddenly
bent down. His hands were propped up on either side of her.
âPeyton. I indeed underestimated you.â
Peyton looked up and saw the mockery in his eyes. âYou did a good job with this act. You almost fooled
me too.â
âDo you think I was pretending to be sick?â Peyton finally understood what Nolan meant.
Nolan sneered, âDid you think that by doing this, you could change anything?â
Peyton found it laughable. Clearly, he had hurt her, yet in the end, he still smeared her reputation.
She took a deep breath and didnât want to argue with Nolan.
She thought, âFor those who trust me, I donât need to explain anything. They will find ways to believe
me. But for those who donât trust me, even breathing in their eyes is wrong.
âI admit, in the past, I would desperately cling on and come up with various excuses to avoid divorcing
him.â
âBut my feelings of resentment had long dissipated with time. From
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the moment I signed the divorce agreement, I was prepared 18 this relationship.â
âBut at this moment, in Nolanâs mouth, I had become a deceitful woman.â
In the past, she used to explain, but now she just quietly watches him and agrees, âYouâre right. I canât
bear to lose your wifeâs title. I pretended to be sick and deliberately sought Mr. Russell to provoke you,
even jumping off the building was part of my plan. I am such a treacherous woman. Mr. Dalton, do you
see it clearly now?â
Peyton admitted to what she had done, which surprised Nolan.
Nolan stared at her pale face for a while and coldly asked, âHow did you become the way you are
today?â
Upon hearing Nolanâs words, Peyton felt her blood boiling throughout her body. She became so angry
that her chest heaved rapidly.
She tightly gripped the bedsheet with the hand holding the spoon, her whole body tense like a taut bow.
âDidnât I become the person I am today because of you?â