No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 905

Gina stared at her daughter in shock, her heart sinking. Was she really terminally ill?

She tightened her grip on Ian's hand. "Ian, tell me. What is it? Please, don't hide it from me anymore."

Ian helped his mother sit up, propping a pillow behind her back. "Mom, there's something I need to tell you. But please, listen calmly and try not to get too upset."

The steadiness in her son's expression offered a small measure of comfort. She knew he was always measured and in control. Serena, too, waited anxiously, as her brother had never told her the full story.

Ian took a moment to gather his thoughts, then began, starting with a blood test Gina had taken ten years ago.

"At the time, you were diagnosed with a common blood disorder. The treatment was supposed to be regular stem cell infusions."

He paused. "But after the first infusion, your condition didn't improve; it worsened. You were in a coma for three days. It was then that we discovered you have an extremely rare blood disease. We had to perform genetic screening to find a hundred-percent match for a stem cell donation to suppress the malignant cells in your body."

Serena quickly added, "Don't worry, Mom. He found a match."

Gina looked back at her son, waiting for him to continue.

"Ten years ago, after Dad passed away, I arranged for you to recuperate abroad. In reality, you were undergoing intensive treatment and stem cell transplants," Ian explained, not shying away from his mother's shocked expression. "I kept it from you because I was afraid the psychological burden would affect your treatment."

Tears welled in Gina's eyes as she thought back. What had her son endured? His father's death, a coma from a car accident, and on top of it all, he had been secretly managing her rare illness all by himself.

Serena looked at her brother, her own eyes red with tears. She felt utterly useless, having never been able to share any of his burdens, only causing him more worry with her constant troublemaking.

A wave of profound guilt washed over Gina's frail face. She clutched the blanket, momentarily speechless.

"Brother, you should have told me sooner," Serena sobbed.

Ian glanced at his sister. "Telling you would have just given us one more person to worry. It wouldn't have changed anything."

Serena fell silent. She remembered how, upon learning of her own diagnosis, she had been consumed by fear and panic, her mind a complete blank. He was right; she would have been no help at all.

Gina slowly closed her eyes, the weight of the information almost too much to bear. But knowing the truth also brought a strange sense of acceptance. Her heart ached for her son, for the ten years he had spent fighting to keep her alive. He had given too much.

As she thought of the donor who had been providing stem cells for ten years, a wave of deep gratitude and burning curiosity washed over Gina. "Ian, who is this person?" she asked. "Is there any chance I could meet them?"