Unexpected Marriage: She is the Sugar Mommy!-Chapter 304: Cancer

This atmosphere is awkward.

"I think you guys should..." Quentin Jennings opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Seraphina Sinclair and Desmond Fairchild together: "Don’t talk!"

Quentin blinked in grievance. What did he say wrong? It was Desmond who called him over, and also Desmond who told him to shut up.

What the hell is going on here?

"Actually, I just wanted to advise you both to calm down a bit..."

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

Again, they spoke in unison.

Quentin mumbled quietly, "You two have such chemistry, you might as well make up."

"None of your damn business!"

"Who asked you?"

Look at this level of rapport, despite breaking up months ago, anyone would think they’re still a couple.

Quentin figured it out. Desmond originally called him over to push their relationship forward, but now it seemed that his presence was unnecessary.

Thinking this, he felt he might as well let the two handle it themselves. After all, as an outsider, it was hard to intervene in certain matters.

As he planned to leave, Desmond stopped him again: "Quentin, stay."

What does he want?

Quentin was feeling very annoyed.

Wasn’t allowed to talk, not allowed to leave, did this couple have some sort of problem?

Seraphina took a deep breath, prepared herself mentally, and looked at Desmond with calm eyes: "You brought me here, say what you want to say now. I still need to go home to see my son."

"Fine, since that’s the case, I’ll say it." Desmond’s narrow phoenix eyes fixed on Seraphina, each word seemed meant to be etched into her heart, "From now on, you are not allowed to have any entanglements with Eric Holt, understood?"

Seraphina laughed, infuriated by Desmond.

She looked at Desmond in disbelief, "Desmond Fairchild, are you crazy? Who are you to me? My matters are none of your concern!"

She had no intention of deeply associating with Eric, but hearing this from Desmond made her angry.

"I am your fiancé." Desmond spoke with an air of self-assurance, as if those past events never occurred.

"You’re not worthy." The word "fiancé" pierced into Seraphina’s heart like a thorn, "If your so-called fiancé is just a scumbag who abandons his wife and child, what good are you?"

Desmond dared to speak of being a fiancé, Seraphina was so infuriated she laughed, standing up to leave.

She must be insane, there’s nothing more to say with a heartless person like Desmond.

Just as she stood up, Quentin blocked her way: "Sister-in-law, don’t go yet, actually, Master Fairchild called you over for something important."

"Oh? And what’s that got to do with me?" Seraphina sneered.

"Actually, there’s something I’ve been hiding from you for a long time. I was supposed to tell you much earlier, but Master Fairchild wouldn’t let me, so I dared not say." Quentin sighed deeply, a pained expression in his eyes, "Master Fairchild is sick."

Sick? When did he get sick?

Desmond furrowed his brows and stared at Quentin, what’s going on?

Quentin quickly gave him a look, then turned to Seraphina with a mournful face, "Actually, Master Fairchild didn’t want to break up with you, the departure was because he had no choice. He was diagnosed with liver cancer and had to be hospitalized. He didn’t want to burden you and your son, so that’s why..."

"Sick? He looks lively and well, doesn’t seem sick at all." Seraphina, not being foolish, thought if Desmond really had cancer, how could he be in his current state?

Thinking this, she turned to check Desmond’s face and found that while he looked normal earlier, now he was pale, covered in sweat, and appeared to be in agony.

Even Seraphina couldn’t tell if it was real.

Quentin secretly gave a thumbs-up to Desmond, impressed by the master’s acting skills.

Despite suspecting Desmond was lying, Seraphina couldn’t resist her inner anxiety and walked quickly toward him, poking him as he lay on the sofa: "Hey, what are you pretending for? This is too fake, do you think I look that stupid to fall for it?"

Quentin didn’t care about the truth, as long as it worked.

Seeing Seraphina still worried about Desmond, Quentin thought it was enough, indicating that Seraphina hadn’t really moved on from him. If they truly wanted to reconcile, it probably wouldn’t take long.

Given that, it seemed he was no longer needed and he decided not to be a third wheel.

Just as he lifted a foot toward the door, Seraphina’s voice rang out: "Quentin, come quickly, Desmond really seems sick, get him to the hospital!"

"How can that be, I made it all up, you seriously believe it?" Quentin turned lazily, only to see Desmond turning pale blue, lips purple, clearly in pain.

Could he really be sick?

How could it be that coincidental?

In this situation, Quentin had no choice but to scramble, quickly calling an ambulance to rush Desmond to the hospital.

After sending him to the ER and then to the ward, Quentin and Seraphina learned that Desmond was indeed ill.

But it wasn’t his liver, it was his spleen, lungs, and kidneys.

When a person is under stress, health problems easily arise, and Desmond’s illness came at just the right time.

"The doctor said it’s nothing serious, but he needs to rest and recuperate, occasional stomach pains are due to excessive cold in the spleen, lungs, and kidneys, and his stomach isn’t good, it also needs care." Looking at the medical record, Quentin explained Desmond’s condition in detail, "Of course, the illness is not serious, but if the patient doesn’t take care, it could eventually lead to cancer, I shouldn’t have to explain the severity to you both, educated people."

Seraphina glanced at him, she understood.

If a patient keeps avoiding care, even a minor cold can turn into lung cancer.

However, Desmond, with his grand ambitions, is like an eagle soaring in the sky, he presumably wouldn’t be so immature, shirking medical advice.

As she thought this, Desmond’s serious and cold voice interrupted her thoughts: "I won’t treat this illness."

"What’s gotten into you? It’s no serious illness, just needs rest, why not treat it?" Seraphina’s brows knotted, she couldn’t believe what Desmond was saying.

Quentin also persuaded: "Yes, Master Fairchild, with proper care there won’t be any issues, why not treat it?"

"There’s no need." Desmond said, attempting to get out of bed, "Take me home."

"Are you sure you won’t treat it?" Seraphina’s eyes were fixed on him, stern.

"I’m sure, I’m not sick, I won’t treat it." Desmond gazed straight into Seraphina’s eyes, showing no sign of backing down.

There were still many matters awaiting his attention. Eric Holt taking over the Fairchild Family, eyeing the family’s assets, he simply couldn’t think about resting.