As soon as Dominic Hartnell's mother mentioned that she was going to visit a patient, I understood that she didn't want her family to know about her illness. I'm at a loss for words. How can such a significant matter be kept a secret? I've been eavesdropping outside the door for a while now. Although I don't know the exact illness, I can tell that it's serious and troublesome. I can't even imagine how Dominic Hartnell would react if he found out. If I hadn't stumbled upon this today and overheard the doctor's conversation, I wouldn't have asked any questions without knowing the situation. But now, this is a matter of life and death. I feel worried and anxious, and my heart tightens involuntarily. Not to mention that Dominic Hartnell is completely clueless. I can't even begin to imagine his reaction once he finds out.In the short time I've been thinking, my mind has been filled with various thoughts. I glanced at Dominic Hartnell's mother, who had a gloomy expression, and gathered my courage before speaking, "Mom, I don't think Donglai knows that you're sick." "I'll call him now and ask him to come back. Since you're sick, we should focus on getting you the treatment you need. If we can't find good doctors in the country, we can send Donglai abroad to seek their expertise and have them consult on your case." Since his mother wants to keep it a secret, I'll use this opportunity to discuss it. Whether or not to tell Dominic Hartnell is another matter, but I want to clarify everything now. Sure enough, after I said these words, his mother's face turned gloomy. In a cold and harsh tone, she said, "This has nothing to do with you, and you're not allowed to tell Donglai." I didn't plan to back down and replied directly, "Then let the doctor tell me what's going on!" His mother's expression became even worse, and she looked at me with a hint of coldness in her eyes. "Are you threatening me?" I secretly wiped the sweat from my palms on my clothes, then stood up and walked in front of his mother, supporting my stomach. I slightly leaned forward, held his mother's hand, and spoke sincerely and gently, "Mom, I care about you." "Why didn't you tell us when you got sick? Think about Donglai, he would be so worried if he found out." "If you really don't want Donglai to know right now, then we won't tell him, but don't hide it from me. Since I'm married to Donglai, it's like I'm your stepdaughter." "Mom, I don't want anything to happen to you, and little Gilbert Hartnell doesn't want anything to happen to his grandmother either. They still want their grandmother to take care of them as they grow up."After I said these words, Dominic Hartnell's mother seemed a bit stunned, but there was a hint of emotion in her expression. In fact, every word I said was sincere. At this moment, the doctor who had been silent on the side also chimed in, saying, "Mrs. Han, Mrs. Dom is concerned about your health." "In fact, we also believe that you should inform your family about your illness. After all, there are many things to consider in daily life, and the follow-up treatment plan also requires your consent." I nodded repeatedly, and my impression of this doctor improved. Finally, Dominic Hartnell's mother, whether persuaded by the two of us or she came to her own realization, finally relaxed. But even so, she asked me not to tell Dominic Hartnell, and I naturally agreed. It's better to keep it hidden for now. After all, I need to understand the cause and effect first.Besides, this matter will have to be revealed sooner or later. It's impossible to keep it hidden forever. I can find an opportunity to persuade his mother later. Seeing that I agreed so readily, Dominic Hartnell's mother's expression finally improved a bit, and then she revealed her condition. Brain tumor! I'm not a doctor, and I've never been interested in this field, but at the very least, I know that any kind of cancer, especially a tumor, is definitely serious. Even if it's just in the early stages, it's still troublesome. Now his mother actually has a brain tumor, and when I heard these two words, my mind suddenly went blank. No wonder the doctor said that the surgery had a high risk and a low success rate. Brain tumor... I stood there dumbfounded for a long time without reacting.Even though I finally managed to stabilize my emotions, my voice was trembling when I spoke. I looked at Dominic Hartnell's mother, then at the doctor, and after thinking for a while, I stuttered to ask the question I wanted to ask. "So... doctor, what should we do now... with my mom... How should we treat this disease if surgery is not an option and the success rate is low?" "Also, please tell me how to take care of myself on a daily basis and what I should pay attention to. Doctor, I'm counting on you..." Compared to my current panic, Dominic Hartnell's mother seemed much calmer. She led me back to the small sofa and asked me to sit down. "Alright, I have all these things in mind. You're already so far along in your pregnancy, don't worry about these things." I tightly held her hand and shook my head firmly and seriously, "How can I not worry! Mom, I'm physically fine, I'm okay." "It's you... Mom, you don't have to think too much, I'll be with you." Dominic Hartnell's mother looked straight at me, and her eyes suddenly became misty. Seeing this, my heart clenched. This was the first time I had seen Dominic Hartnell's mother show vulnerability. We were just ordinary people, even if we appeared calm and composed, knowing that she had a brain tumor would undoubtedly bring immense pressure. Dominic Hartnell's mother didn't break down directly, she was truly strong. If it were me... I simply couldn't bear to think about it. I took several deep breaths before finally managing to calm down the surging emotions. I tightly squeezed Dominic Hartnell's mother's hand and tried to steady my voice, "Mom, you sit down, let's listen to what the doctor has to say."She didn't refuse me and sat down next to me. I could feel that our relationship had become much closer than before. But... it was because of this heart-wrenching matter. Forget it, let's put aside these messy thoughts for now. It's better to focus on the important matters. I remember that the doctor had mentioned conservative treatment before, and I wanted to ask in detail about the specific methods of conservative treatment. The doctor demonstrated a clear comprehension of Dominic Hartnell's mother's condition and had already devised a treatment plan beforehand. Therefore, when I inquired, he promptly and confidently began to explain. Unbeknownst to us, another thirty minutes had elapsed during his explanation. Upon leaving the doctor's office, I noticed a slight weakness in my legs as I walked.