When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1765 Settle Down

Upon hearing her words, Scorpius refused without hesitation. "What are you

talking about? I'm so rough and tumble. Who would want to marry me? Besides, I have no intention of settling down."

Queenie knew that deep down, everyone longed to have a family of their own. For most of her life, she had been searching for her daughter.

With a helpless smile, she finally admitted, "Scorpius, I don't have much time left."

Her words hit him like a bolt of lightning.

His ears buzzed, his mind refusing to process what he had just heard.

"What are you saying? What do you mean by that? Stop overthinking things."

But Queenie remained calm, as if she had already accepted her fate. With a chuckle, she said, "I'm not overthinking. It's what the doctor told me. He said if I make it past two years, it would be a miracle."

Scorpius' hand, gripping the wheelchair handle, tightened. His face drained of color in an instant.

Scorpius scowled. "What kind of lousy doctor says something like that? I'll go confront them later. If they're not good enough, we'll find you another one."

Queenie turned to look at him. "Don't cause trouble for the doctor. Have you forgotten what Ceci said?"

Scorpius opened his mouth but had no words. "I..."

She cut him off gently, a serene smile on her lips. "All right, everyone dies eventually. What's there to fear? If my time is up, maybe it's a kindness from the heavens. At least I've found my child, and she has finally forgiven me. I have no regrets."

Scorpius, however, lowered his head, his eyes burning with unshed tears.

The sunlight bathed them both, a golden warmth that Queenie found comforting. Yet, for Scorpius, it felt cold, distant—like a cruel joke.

After a moment, Queenie spoke again, her voice softer this time. "Don't waste your time on someone like me who's on death's door. You should take care of yourself."

That was the final straw. Scorpius clenched his fists, his voice hoarse as he finally asked, "Mdm. Queenie, all these years... you've never forgotten him, have you?"

Him?

The mention of that man finally stirred something in the tranquil depths of Queenie's eyes.

Her voice wavered. "How could I possibly forget? I'll never forgive him—not in this lifetime."

Scorpius felt a sharp, prickling ache

in his chest. He had always known he could never compare to that man. From beginning to end, Queenie had only ever seen him as a friend, a subordinate, nothing more.

"Take me back,” Queenie said.

"All right."

Scorpius escorted her back to her ward. As he stood by her bedside, watching her

rest, his thoughts pulled him back to the past.

He had been taken in by thenoveldrama

Jamieson family-or more

accurately it was Queenie who had

insisted on bringing him back. At

that time, he was nothing but an

orphan, nameless and forgotten by

the world.

It was Queenie who had given him a name. Scorpius. A name she chose for him

when they were just children.

Back then, Queenie had been

especially endearing. With a bright, cheerful smile, she had declared,

"From now on, you're my big brother. protect his

A brother should always brother.

sister. Scorpius, you're like a mighty Scorpion-strong and untouchable, no one can ever bring you down!"

A soft, unconscious smile spread across Scorpius' face as he reminisced about those childhood days. But when he snapped back to the present, that smile was tinged with bitterness.

When the weekend arrived, as promised, Cecilia brought Jonathan and Elliot to visit Queenie.

She didn't bring the two younger children along due to inconvenience, but even so, the attitudes of Jonathan and Elliot toward Queenie had improved significantly now that Cecilia had forgiven her.

Queenie's face lit up with pure joy when they came. She seemed noticeably more spirited, taking the children outside to the hospital's garden, where she spent the afternoon with them.

However, her strength was limited. It wasn't long before fatigue set in, and she could no longer keep up with the children.

Noticing this, Cecilia stepped forward. "Shall I take you back to rest?"

Queenie waved a hand dismissively. *"No need. I'll be fine resting here for a bit."

Seeing that Queenie was determined to stay, Cecilia had no choice but to fetch a blanket and drape it over her.