Mia Grant gazed at Ian Sinclair, only one thought in her mind—
'Why is he such a crybaby now?'
'He cries even more than I do.'
After a long moment, Mia Grant sighed. "A couple more days won't make a difference."
"You can come with me next week."
"...Okay."
Ian Sinclair didn't understand how someone who had been perfectly fine could suddenly end up like this.
But Felix Sinclair had said it wasn't entirely without warning.
She'd had symptoms of coughing up blood before, but for some reason, it had never been diagnosed back then.
The silver lining, however, was that it was still curable in the early stages.
It wasn't too late.
But hearing this did little to cheer Ian Sinclair up. He forced himself to pull his emotions together and went to pick Mia Grant up from class.
He was tense the entire way, stealing glances at her profile, wanting to speak but stopping himself several times.
He had never had to hold back with such difficulty before.
