I asked the doctor to keep it a secret. After all, there was still a chance of cure in the early stages. I was worried that when he heard the diagnosis, he would have a psychological burden, which would affect his treatment.
In just a few minutes, I was even considering whether to go abroad for treatment. At this time, Alberto came out of the bathroom and saw me holding his phone.
He had been sleepy, and suddenly became tense.
"What are you doing?"
I was startled by the sudden roar.
I pouted a little unhappily.
"Just now, the medical examination center said it couldn't get through to your phone, so I wanted to see what was going on. Why were you shouting so loudly?"
Alberto was obviously relieved.
With a wet body, he hugged me from behind and apologized softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just forgot to turn off the airplane mode when I got off the plane."
I left his embrace calmly and looked into his eyes. There was really no trace of lying.
He said he forgot to turn it off after getting off the plane, but he actually was still on the phone when he arrived at the doorstep.
Such a poor excuse and excited reaction implied he was hiding something.