Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1306

The private doctor breathed a sigh of relief once he left and went into the ward.

Don Smith was awake. It seemed that he had heard every word of the conversation between Alejandro and the doctor.

The doctor filled Don’s ward cabinet with the food Alejandro brought, explaining, “The food is safe. None of it contains allergens or other food particles that are off-limits. You know, he’s not as terrifying as you made him out to be, Sir. He even left us alone very quickly.”

Don stared at the heap of food pensively. “Spoken like someone who doesn’t know him, Doctor. He’s only here to see how much longer I have. Once he detects a possibility that my malady’s turning for the better, he’ll devise something else to bring forth my death; I guarantee you that. I want you to be honest with me, Doctor—how much longer?”

The doctor sighed. “Even to the best of my abilities, I’m afraid three more months might be the maximum, Sir. I cannot predict anything after three months,” he answered candidly. “Such a short amount of time left… Surely, he has enough patience and mercy to accommodate that, right?”

“Oh, one could only hope,” Don remarked, chuckling. “Discharge me from the hospital the moment my sickness seems a mite relieved. There’s no reason to spend my last days bound to a hospital bed, right? I would miss the sun. I want to go back to Ayashe—I want to return to the place where I started, you see.

“And if… he has any conscience left in him, he should keep me company until the end of my road. Oh, how I wish I’d be able to live long enough to see the birth of my great-grandchild…”

Soon, news of Don’s return to Ayashe came to Jackson and Mark. It illustrated how fickle a person’s life starts to become after they passed a certain age; when one’s old, one could never tell when it would be their last day.

Alejandro was with Don on the latter’s return trip. After knowing for certain that he had only three months left to live, Don’s gasconade was renewed. No matter how impatient Alejandro was, Don was sure that the young rogue could tolerate three months’ time.

Jackson, for his part, had the nagging feeling that Alejandro’s true identity would not remain a secret for long. The moment that the old Smith patriarch died would mark the moment when all of Alejandro’s hell broke loose.

Wary and disconcerted, Jackson had taken up the task to follow Tiffany’s every move—a decision that both pleasantly surprised and confounded Tiffany.

A genuine, tender smile shadowed Don’s lips as he beckoned her to take a seat. “I’m all ears, Melanie. If you don’t speak it now, you might never have the chance.”

The implication of his death colored Melanie’s eyes red. “Grandpa, do you… Do you truly only have three months left to live? Why must you go so soon?”

Don was remarkably at peace with his forthcoming end. “Why? Well, that’s what we humans do, don’t we? We’re marked for death the moment we’re born—no one fools the Reaper. My time’s coming, Melanie, as it should be. Don’t be sad over what is inevitable; not when grief could be harmful to the precious one inside you.”

Melanie held rolling tears back from spilling and let out the real root of her anguish, “I know all about it, Grandpa. Alejandro doesn’t want me—all he cares about is Tiffany Lane. When you’re gone, he will… he will immediately divorce me. The Smiths don’t need the Larks to prop up their standing and wealth, which makes me a hindrance to him… A-And it’s in his nature to remove everything getting in his way to do what he wants. I know what I am, so I’m fine… But the child. I… I feel so bad for it.”

Don sighed. “Oh, you poor thing. Don’t you worry, alright? Grandpa would never allow such a thing to happen to you. Even if I’m physically gone, I’ll make sure he cannot go rogue. I’ve made plans to bring out the best-case scenario, Melanie, so don’t worry. He wouldn’t dare to divorce you. My only regret is that I can’t watch your baby come to life with my own eyes. Oh, how I wish I could live till then. Anything to give me a chance to see him once…”