Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 611 "Nick, you deserve to be loved well. You deserve the very best- your health, a long life, and... me always by your side. As long as you want to hear it, I'll tell you over and over, a million times if needed, and it will never change." Khloe's words seeped like warm sunlight into the coldest corners of Nick's heart. For the first time, death didn't seem so frightening. He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to Khloe's lips. He casually took her phone, and Khloe closed her eyes, letting herself rest. By the time they fully woke, it was nearly noon the next day.

Khloe had woken much earlier. Despite the short sleep, her nerves were too taut to allow her more rest. Nick, on the other hand, had slept deeply, likely aided by the lingering effects of the strong medication. She didn't want to disturb him, staying still in his embrace. Eventually, the morning had passed, and the hospital's duty ---- doctor arrived for rounds. The chief physician and the female doctor from the previous day had long been waiting outside. Seeing that Nick's complexion had improved considerably, the medical staff relaxed, smiling in relief.

Khloe discussed his condition with them briefly. The team noted that Nick's recovery had been rapid, as expected for a first-time treatment with such a potent drug. But Khloe's concern went beyond this single treatment. Her worry centered on whether Nick's condition could truly be cured The hospital provided world-class medical care, offering the strongest medications available, yet curing the tumor completely remained a formidable challenge. The doctors' consensus was Clear: as long as the disease didn't progress, medications could stabilize him for now, with surgery considered later.

Still, Nick's illness was like a ticking time bomb-its future unpredictable. The side effects of continual medication were obvious to everyone: eventually, the body could collapse. Not wanting Khloe to dwell on his illness, Nick interrupted their conversation with a cough. The doctors and nurses immediately took the hint and withdrew quietly. ---- Only the female doctor lingered briefly, glancing back at Nick and Khloe. They truly were well-matched For the first time, she understood the words her father often said. A doctor's goal wasn't merely to treat disease-it was to save lives.

Using drugs that only caused pain without improving life quality was merely treating illness. True medical purpose was to restore vitality, to help patients not just survive, but live fully. The female doctor gently closed the door, leaving the couple alone in their shared quiet support. Not long after leaving, she sought out the chief physician to submit a request to return to her home country immediately. She intended to meet her father and assist with his research firsthand Inside the room, Nick noticed the lingering worry in Khloe's brow.

He spoke softly, "Khloe, I'm a little hungry." The subtle tone of dependence worked instantly. Khloe composed herself, pressing the call button to have his meal prepared. ---- She adjusted the bed to a comfortable height and brought a cup of warm water to his lips. "You've heard the doctors-they said maintaining the current state is the best option for now. Don't worry. If we have twenty or thirty years... that's plenty of time for us to do many things." "Nick... do you believe in miracles?" Nick paused, slightly taken aback. Khloe held his hand. "I do.

But not the kind that comes from the heavens. The kind we create ourselves." She grabbed her phone, quickly pulling up a file, and turned it toward him. "While you were resting, | contacted the head of pharmaceuticals at the Morrison Group. We have a collaboration with a top private medical research institute in Swinterland that focuses on tumor therapies. They're working on an experimental combined treatment that might be able to cure your illness completely."