The Major General Faked His Terminal Illness Chapter 02

The Major General Faked His Terminal Illness Chapter 02

His jaw suddenly tensed.

I laughed again. “But I know that wasn’t you. You would never lie to me, would you?”

He looked away: “Of course. Sienna is the most important person to me, and I would never lie to you.”

I fought back the stinging in my eyes and turned to push him out of the kitchen.

I made dinner and brought it out, but the living room was empty.

The bedroom door was ajar, and muffled voices could be heard from inside: “Be a good girl, Luna. I have a big surprise for you tomorrow—I’ll celebrate your birthday with you in person.”

On the other end of the line, Luna’s voice was soft and sweet: “But tomorrow… is my sister’s birthday, too. If you don’t spend it with her, won’t she be upset?”

“Silly girl. You’re the most precious treasure to me. Sienna stopped celebrating her birthday a long time ago—she’s used to it.”

Luna cheered, “I know you’re the best!”

I stood at the door for a long time.

Finally, I silently untied my apron and turned to leave.

By the time my uncle pushed the wheelchair out, the room was already empty.

On the dining table sat a bowl of noodle soup and a pill wrapped in aluminum foil.

At this time of day, I was usually out on my night shift.

The image of my pale face flashed through his mind, along with the gruesome wound on the palm of my hand and that spine so thin it looked as if it might snap at any moment…

A sudden, inexplicable sense of panic gripped his heart.

He picked up his phone and quickly dialed a number.

The next day, at the military hospital.

I took my uncle for a follow-up appointment.

The attending physician looked excited. “Miss Gray! There’s a research institute in the capital that has developed a wonder drug with remarkable results in treating ALS! I’ve secured a spot for Major General Gray in the clinical trial!”

In contrast to his excitement, I simply asked calmly, “What are the chances of recovery?”

“Over eighty percent!”

My uncle’s eyes welled up with tears as he said, “Sienna… I’m going to get better… I’ll be able to stay with you…”

I tugged at the corners of my mouth, letting out a faint smile. “If only one of us could survive, any day, any time, I hope it’s you.”

My uncle froze, his brow furrowed. “Don’t talk like that! We’re all going to be just fine. Once I’ve recovered and returned to the army, you’ll still be the military district’s proudest sniper.”

But I didn’t want that “pride” anymore.

And I didn’t want my uncle anymore either.

The doctor asked me to leave the office, citing the “complex nature of the examination.”

I knew this was just an excuse to get rid of me.

I stood at the corner of the hallway, watching my uncle quickly change out of his hospital gown and walk steadily into the elevator.

Downstairs, that familiar black car with military license plates had been waiting for quite some time.

I quietly looked away and turned to walk into another examination room at the end of the hallway.

“Miss Gray, your brain tumor is already compressing the major nerves, so surgery is no longer an option.”

The doctor sighed heavily. “If only it had been two weeks ago… there might still be hope. Your time left is terribly limited, only a few days at most. Just say goodbye to your family.”

I sat there quietly for a long time before slowly nodding.

“After I die, please have me cremated immediately. As for my ashes… please send them to The Family Housing at JBAB and give them to Major General Gavin Gray.”

Leaving behind the last of my money, I walked out of the hospital.

My phone screen lit up, and a new message popped up: “Come to the Base and check it out.”

The sender was Luna.

I hailed a taxi and went to the family housing area at JBAB.

Five years had passed, and the detached house in the Base—which I thought had long since changed owners—was now brightly lit and decorated like a fairy-tale castle.

The house was filled with guests, a sea of elegant attire and flowing hair.

Luna wore a small diamond-encrusted tiara and a pristine white haute couture tulle gown, her arm tightly linked through Gavin’s.

Surrounded by a crowd, they stood in front of a six-tier cake.

She pressed her palms together and said in a sweet voice, “My wish is to be the only little princess in your heart, forever and ever.”

My uncle smiled and took a dark blue velvet square box out of his uniform pocket.

The moment the box opened.

It felt as if every inch of me turned icy cold in a heartbeat.