"You just questioned my willingness to sell the script at this time. For the simple reason that we just cannot wait any longer. I've exhausted my resources and can't do anything except this. If you hadn't shown up today, I probably would have made a deal with Jasper and sold it to him."

Ariana said, enraged, "Have no fear, Mr. Spears. Knowing your predicament, | refuse to let Jasper cause any more inconveniences on your side. Let me figure out a way to get you out of this mud."

With a shared foe to rally against, the conversation became smoother.

Jayson thought Ariana would buy the script and wanted to discuss the deal, but to his surprise, Ariana declined.

“As I said, what I value most is your skill as a director. The script is the result of your and your wife's laborious work, which is analogous to a kid you have reared with great care. You are the only one who can really make the most of this script, in my opinion. I really pray that you will not give it up."

After some consideration, Jayson eventually said, "My apologies, Ms. Edwards. It's touching that you want to give a hand, but all I want to do is be with my wife. I'm all that she has. As she goes through her worst days, I don't want her to have to face the world alone."

Ariana understood, and she did not continue to urge Jayson, saying in a coded manner, "I hope you will consider it when you go back to the ward. We're not in a hurry to make a decision. I have covered the cost of treatment. You can put your mind at ease and stop stressing about it. Take it as a loan. If you still aren't willing to work with me, that's fine. As soon as your financial situation improves, you can begin making payments."

"I don't know how to thank you, Ms. Edwards!" Jayson felt tremendous gratitude toward Ariana. His family and friends had been avoiding him ever since Julissa's illness had begun out of concern that he would borrow money from them. People's heartless and kind aspects were both familiar to Jayson. He was grateful that someone was ready to help him at the moment, which was perhaps his lowest. He would never forget what Ariana did for his wife!

She gave him her phone number and left, and Jayson returned to the ward only to find the bed vacant!

Seeing that, he suddenly lost his mind. He turned around, seized a nurse, and demanded indignantly, "Where is my wife?! Where... What happened to her? The ward costs have been covered. Why did you remove her from the ward?"

The nurse was afraid to the point that she nearly dropped the equipment in her hands. She fumbled, "Mrs... Mrs. Spears is in the senior ward on the sixth floor, Mr. Spears. To see her, go upstairs. The ward number is 603."

Jayson was in a trance for a second and then felt his frustration melt away. Slowly, he replied with two words.

"Thank you."

A sigh of relief escaped the nurse's lips as she stroked her chest. She gave a pitiful sigh and cast her eyes to the man's back as he walked off.

On the sixth floor, Jayson found solace in the sight of his wife resting peacefully on a more comfortable bed.

He went to his wife's side and watched her while she slept. Eventually, he let all of his feelings out at once.

Sitting in the chair next to the bed, he broke down and cried quietly.

How could Julissa, who was so scared of pain, withstand the next round of treatment? Jayson had often fantasized about how better it would be if he had the sickness himself!

At the thought that she might not be able to hold on and that she could perhaps be lying in the chilly morgue without ever being able to open her eyes to look at him later, he felt hopeless.

That was when he felt a gentle touch on his hair.