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Chapter Forty- One
Author: ARIA STERLING
last update Last Updated: 2023-10-29 00:11:51

At the hospital

"Mom," Emily began, her voice gentle and soothing, "we've made a decision regarding your treatment, and we want to discuss it with you."

They had come to break the news to her, but less scarily and they hoped it would go well.

Sarah turned her eyes toward them, a mix of curiosity and concern in her gaze. She had been through so much, and now it was time for her to hear the verdict.

Turner held her hand, his grip reassuring, and he exchanged a glance with Emily, who stood by their side, her eyes reflecting her deep concern for her mother.

Sarah nodded her expression a mixture of anticipation and hope. "Please, tell me."

Turner took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Sarah's. "You have cerebral cancer, the doctor gave us options and We've chosen to go ahead with surgery instead of letting you die in three months. We trust that everything will be successful and we believe it offers the best chance for your recovery."

Sarah's eyes welled up with tears. It was the momen
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