As Jameson dwelled on this, the doctor suddenly stepped in. โYouโre awake, Mr. Jean.โ
Jameson barely spared the doctor a thought at first. But then came the bombshell. โMr. Jean, your health is in decline. Your heart and kidneys wonโt last more than a few years.โ
โWait, my heart?โ Jameson thought. โWhat the hell is wrong with my heart?โ His face went ashen. โHow can my heart and kidneys be failing?โ He had annual checkups. Every report said he was in good shape. How could this happen overnight?
โItโs tied to your long-term use of a rare narcotic,โ the doctor said.
Narcotic? Heโd never touched drugs in his life.
Jameson grew frantic. โI donโt do drugs. Are you sure you got the wrong guy, doctor?โ
โPositive. This drug triggers an intense sexual addiction to a specific person, along with severe dependency. Is there someone in your life with a unique, intoxicating scent? Someone who gives you something to eat before being intimate?โ
Jamesonโs mind snapped to Natalie. He couldnโt remember when it started, but sheโd made him chew a piece of gum before every kiss, claiming she was germophobic and hated the smell of smoke or liquor.
Heโd never questioned it. He smoked and drank, so he figured she was just picky. He always chewed the gum.
No wonder he was never bored with Natalie. Every encounter left him electrified. The strange fragrance on her skin always sent his pulse racing. So that was why he couldnโt get enough of herโsheโd been drugging him all along.
In an instant, Jameson felt a murderous urge toward Natalie. The woman had resorted to every sleazy trick to stay in his life.
Heโd actually wanted to make her his legitimate wife, and sheโd drugged him. If he died, she and Jason would inherit his estate.
'My medical reports must have been tampered with. How else could annual checkups have missed this?' he thought.
Thinking of Jasonโwas he even his son? If Natalie was transgender, she might not have a functional reproductive system. That would mean Jason might not be his biological child.
Rage consumed him, but then came sudden palpitations and dizziness as if death were imminent. He grabbed the doctorโs hand in desperation. โDoctor, is there any hope?โ
The doctor replied, โYour kidney can be treated. We can remove the damaged one. But as for your heart, youโll need a transplant.โ
Losing a kidney was already devastating, but a heart transplant?
โHow risky is the surgery?โ Jameson asked.
โGiven your condition, very high. The success rate is under 15%. Years of drug use have severely weakened your heart. Without a transplant, you have at most three years.โ
'Three years? And such a slim chance,' Jameson thought.
โOnly 15%โฆโ he muttered, face pale and sweaty, struggling to catch his breath through the palpitations.
โBut if Dr. Jean performs the operation, your odds of survival increase significantly,โ the doctor added.
Jameson fell silent. โDโDr. Jean?โ