We’re looking at months, not years. The treatments might buy you some additional time, but but quality of life would be significantly diminished. Elias finished, his voice remarkably steady. He’d had weeks to process this reality, yet saying it aloud still feltsurreal. Dr.
Chen nodded, leaning forward in his chair. Are you sure you don’t want to start the treatments? Even a few more months would delay what needs to be done. Elias interrupted softly. He pulled out his phone, quickly typing a message to his personal assistant. Sarah, please begin preparations for a gathering at the house. Details to follow.
A gathering? Dr. Chen asked, surprise evident in his tone. In 20 years of treating Elias Whitmore, he’d never known the man to host any social events. Elias tucked his phone away, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “It’s time to change everything,” he said simply. “No more waiting.” “Does this have something to do with the investigation you mentioned last time?” Dr.
