Faced with Caden's intense gaze, my heart skipped a beat. Did he call me here just to say this? "This is work hours. Talking about personal feelings is inappropriate," I cleared my throat and spoke with a serious tone. Caden's eyes darkened slightly. "Do you not miss me at all?" "No—" I hadn't even finished my sentence when Caden suddenly leaned in and kissed me, swallowing the words I was about to say. I was speechless. I wanted to push him away, but he didn't budge. Instead, he deepened the kiss. His tongue forcefully pried open my lips, intertwining with mine—dominant, yet carrying a hint of tenderness. I couldn't resist and instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck. My actions tempted Caden and it made him lose even more control. The office was starting to burn with passion. I didn't know how long had passed before Caden finally ended the deep kiss, albeit reluctantly. I gasped for breath and glared at him. "You pervert!" Caden chuckled in a low voice. "I'm kissing my fiancée. That's perfectly reasonable. How am I considered a pervert?" "In every possible way," I snapped, pushing him away and sitting on the nearby couch. This man had kissed me so passionately that my whole body felt weak and my heart was still pounding wildly. Caden quickly sat beside me and casually wrapped an arm around my shoulders. He whispered against my ear, "There are more shameless things I could do. Want to try?" I immediately scooted away from him. "Enough! Just tell me why you called me here." This man—his shamelessness knew no bounds! If I hadn't been so disciplined, I might have already fallen prey to him before our engagement.At this rate, who knew what else he'd dare to do? "Alpha, since you've accepted him, why don't we try doing something shameless?" Freya suddenly spoke up. "Get lost, you pervert! What are you even thinking?" I scolded her. Caden, seeing that I was no longer playing along, leaned back against the couch and finally got to the point. "Heidi has late-stage stomach cancer." "What?" I was slightly taken aback. Late-stage stomach cancer? How was that possible? Heidi had seemed perfectly fine just a few days ago. How did her health worsen so fast? "Do you believe it?" I turned to look at Caden. "The doctor said so," he replied indifferently. I fell into deep thought. "Something about this doesn't seem right." "Forget it. If she's really sick, let her get proper treatment," Caden rubbed his temples. "But your plan—" "The plan remains unchanged!" I said coldly. "After work, you should go visit her at the hospital." "You mean ... " Caden narrowed his eyes. I gave him a playful wink. "You know what to do." Caden's POV: After work, I drove straight to the hospital. By the time I arrived, Heidi was already awake. She looked pale. I pushed open the door and stepped inside. Heidi sat up immediately upon seeing me. "Caden, what's wrong with me?" Standing by her bedside with my hands in my pockets, I looked down at her from above. Rosaline's words echoed in my mind.Heidi's illness had come on too suddenly. "Tessa, you're sick. The doctor said you have late-stage stomach cancer," I said indifferently. "What?" Heidi's eyes widened in disbelief. "Late-stage stomach cancer ... " "No ... No way!" Her eyes instantly reddened and tears streamed down her face like a flood. She cried for a long time before finally looking up at me with pitiful eyes. "Caden, am I really going to die? I don't want to die." I stood in front of Heidi, recalling Rosaline's suspicions. I asked in a deep voice, "Tessa, are you really unaware of your well-being?" Cancer doesn't just appear overnight. Heidi had always been in good health. How could she suddenly be in the late stages of stomach cancer? Upon hearing my question, Heidi lowered her head and said with a grievance, "Caden, do you think I would lie to you about something like this?" Large tears kept falling, soaking the pristine white sheets. "I know I've made a lot of mistakes in the past, and you don't trust me anymore. But do you really think I'd make up something like this just to deceive you?" She clutched the blanket tightly and added, "It's fine if you don't believe me. Just leave me alone. Let me die on my own." Her voice trembled with sadness, but I remained unmoved. I simply frowned and said, "The doctor told me you have late-stage stomach cancer. If you undergo chemotherapy, you might have two years left. If you don't, you only have one month. Whatever you choose, in the time you have left, I will give you anything you want that's within my power."