Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 992

Khloe fell silent.

She studied Nick closely. His complexion had indeed improved since yesterday, but the improvement carried a faint strain, as if he were forcing himself to appear stronger than he truly felt.

The two sat quietly for a moment.

Khloe cupped his hand, lowered her head, and gently took the spoon of porridge he offered. She met his deep, ocean-like eyes as she swallowed. The bowl was soon empty, and Nick handed her a tissue to wipe her lips.

They spoke no more. Nick simply held her hands tighter, observing her face with careful attention, and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before drawing her into his embrace.

By midday, his assistant had packed up their things. As Khloe was about to request another meeting with the attending doctor, Nick stopped her.

Back at the residence, the Hunt family had composed themselves and arranged a lavish family meal. Nick had already discussed his plans with Arista, who, understanding him better than anyone, agreed to convey his wishes to the rest of the family.

The agreement was clear: no one would mention treatment during the meal. After dinner, the Hunt family would return home, allowing Nick and Khloe to remain in Swinterland for a few days to stabilize his care. The rest of his days would be lived without regret—but if family support was needed, they would always be there.

George had initially objected. In his view, Nick's responsibilities extended far beyond his own happiness: he carried the expectations of family and the future of the enterprise. Until the final moment, he should actively seek treatment. Even with only six months left, he shouldn't claim it entirely for himself.

But Arista was firm, and Loretta silently sided with her. Nick was young and had endured more than enough. Now, a little selfishness was not only understandable, it was necessary. As his family, it was time to let go and let Nick make his own choices.

At the dinner table, every face bore strain. Loretta kept her head bowed, tears welling repeatedly. George and Leon looked equally burdened. Even Arista, smiling and speaking comforting words, could not lift the weight in the room.

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