Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 552 In truth, the probability was so low it was almost negligible. Low- grade malignancy was still malignancy. In clinical practice, it was rare for such tumors to never metastasize and be completely cured. At best, it could be said that there was no need to worry too much-for now. Nick heard the hesitation beneath the doctor's words and said coldly, 'If there's something you want to say, say it. Don't hide it." "I'm telling you the truth. It's just that..." "The chance of a complete cure is very low, isn't it?" Nick said calmly.

When he saw the doctor nod, the unease in his heart finally settled. The corners of his mouth lifted faintly. Luckily, he had waited until Khloe left before coming in for the examination. Otherwise, the few days they had spent together would have been wasted. Seeing that Nick could still smile, the doctor felt even worse. "Mr. Hunt, if you're truly uneasy, you could take the risk and opt for surgery. The prognosis after surgery would be more thorough than with conservative treatment. But..." ---- These were the same words the doctor had already said earlier.

Although surgery would act faster, Nick had an old injury in his stomach. Adhesions in the surgical area made the risk extremely high... there was a real possibility he might not even come off the operating table. Moreover, even with surgery, the chance of a radical cure was only a little over sixty percent. After weighing everything, conservative treatment was the better choice for now. If the results were good, surgery could be avoided-or at least postponed. "With medication alone, how long can | live?" Nick interrupted before the doctor could finish.

"Well..." The doctor chose his words carefully. "If the tumor does not metastasize and the drugs control it well, you can treat it as achronic illness and coexist with it long-term. Ten years, twenty years, or even longer-many patients live this way. But that's the best-case scenario." "And the worst-case scenario?" Nick pressed. "The worst case..." The doctor paused for a while before continuing, 'If all medical treatments fail, within one year." ---- The flight from Goldmont to the capital of Naraida took twelve hours.

When Khloe arrived, it was still morning local time, while night had already fallen in Goldmont. On the private jet, Khloe had kept in constant contact with Nick, and the moment she disembarked, she called him. "I've arrived. Have you eaten yet?" With her assistant and two bodyguards who also served as stewards in tow, Khloe walked through the VIP passage as she spoke. Originally, she had only wanted to bring one assistant and travel light. But Nick had refused, insisting on assigning his two most trusted men to stay by her side.

"Yeah, I've eaten." "What did you eat?" By now, Khloe was used to supervising even Nick's daily routines. Only when he named exactly what he had eaten would she consider him honest. When they reached the parking garage, the people sent by Henry were already waiting. Khloe ended the call with Nick in a hurry. Three cars had come to pick her up: two Maseratis and a ---- Bentley. Each car held two men in suits. Only the lead vehicle- the black Bentley-had an extra passenger, a very young woman. She, too, wore a black suit. She inclined her head slightly toward Khloe.

"Welcome, Miss Khloe, for coming from afar. Let me introduce myself. 'm Master Henry's personal secretary, Delilah Frances." Khloe gave Delilah a quick once-over. Her features were dignified and composed, and she looked no more than twenty- five or twenty-six. Yet her presence was no less commanding than the powerful female clients Khloe encountered in the business world-steady and sharp. Still... Henry was nearly ninety. Why would he choose someone so young as his secretary?