But I was scared—scared I wouldn't live to see that day.
A while back, while I was working, I suddenly had a severe nosebleed and then lost consciousness.
When I woke up, I was in the hospital.
After tests, I was diagnosed with brain cancer. With aggressive treatment, I have a 3% chance of survival.
In the best-case scenario, I had about three months left.
I wanted to spend them with Blake, making the most of the time we had.
But just as I was looking forward to our future, fate struck again.
One day, my boss sent me to another venue in the city.
I was taken to a private club, where I saw Blake.
Or rather, Ellis Lane, the only son of the Lane Group.
He was lounging on a sofa, casually waving his hand as the DJ picked up the mic with perfect timing.
"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's expenses are all on Mr. Lane! Let's hear it!"
