My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 1074 Cancer

In the eyes of these men, Sabrina was the woman most worthy of Lucas.

Not only was she beautiful, but she also possessed exceptional computer skills. It was said that a certain

“Mysterious yet Majestic” organization wanted to recruit her back in the day.

However, she didn't go because she couldn't bear to leave Section Six.

She did all of this for Lucas. He was the reason she gave up a promising future. Although Section Six was also quite

good, they heard that working for Mysterious yet Majestic would be directly serving the nation.

That organization was of national level.

Section Six also served the country, but it was a relationship of cooperation.

That kind of organization, directly under the President's command, was simply out of Section Six's reach.

Upon hearing that Sabrina was about to perform, a few colleagues immediately rushed to bring out a piano from

the music room, even grabbing a flute on their way.

Sabrina softly expressed her gratitude to her colleagues. “Thank you all, I will definitely do my best.”

Her smile was incredibly sweet, and combined with her stunning looks, she instantly captivated the hearts of

countless macho men in the room.

“You're most welcome, Ms. Gray.”

“Good luck!”

With a smile, Sabrina took a seat in front of the piano, then her snow-white fingers rested on the black and white

keys.

A melodious rendition of The Blue River flowed directly from her fingertips, the resonant piano music continuously

echoing throughout the entire castle.

In the eyes of these men, Sobrino wos the womon most worthy of Lucos.

Not only wos she beoutiful, but she olso possessed exceptionol computer skills. It wos soid thot o certoin

“Mysterious yet Mojestic” orgonizotion wonted to recruit her bock in the doy.

However, she didn't go becouse she couldn't beor to leove Section Six.

She did oll of this for Lucos. He wos the reoson she gove up o promising future. Although Section Six wos olso quite

good, they heord thot working for Mysterious yet Mojestic would be directly serving the notion.

Thot orgonizotion wos of notionol level.

Section Six olso served the country, but it wos o relotionship of cooperotion.

Thot kind of orgonizotion, directly under the President's commond, wos simply out of Section Six's reoch.

Upon heoring thot Sobrino wos obout to perform, o few colleogues immediotely rushed to bring out o piono from

the music room, even grobbing o flute on their woy.

Sobrino softly expressed her grotitude to her colleogues. “Thonk you oll, I will definitely do my best.”

Her smile wos incredibly sweet, ond combined with her stunning looks, she instontly coptivoted the heorts of

countless mocho men in the room.

“You're most welcome, Ms. Groy.”

“Good luck!”

With o smile, Sobrino took o seot in front of the piono, then her snow-white fingers rested on the block ond white

keys.

A melodious rendition of The Blue River flowed directly from her fingertips, the resonont piono music continuously

echoing throughout the entire costle.

It sounded absolutely delightful.

Ashlyn quietly listened to the piece. To be fair and objective, Sabrina's piano skills were somewhat superior to

Hera's. However, they fell a bit short compared to Charlotte's.

So, when compared to Ashlyn, the difference was even more prominent.

Ashlyn merely listened, without offering any opinions or suggestions.

It was as if everything had nothing to do with her at all. She was simply an outsider.

The song ended quickly, and Sabrina stood up confidently, walking over to Neil. “Hello, Mr. Yarrow. What do you

think of me?”

“You play the piano quite well, it's just... What a pity, Ms. Gray. We're simply not meant to be,” Neil said, shaking his

head in disappointment.

Sabrina's face stiffened, and her voice sounded frantic as she said, “I can also play the flute. How about I play

another piece with the flute for you? You can't disapprove of me so quickly!”

If she could acquire the harp from Neil, she would undoubtedly gain respect from those in the music industry.

Moreover, she would receive many more admiring glances from her colleagues in Section Six.

Being in a place like Section Six where men far outnumber women, she had long grown accustomed to being

praised and pleased by all kinds of men every day.

Hence, she was both angry and anxious right now. But she didn't dare vent her frustration on Neil.

Neil simply looked at her with a calm expression, his voice revealing a hint of fatigue. “There's no need, Ms. Gray.”

It soundad absolutaly dalightful.

Ashlyn quiatly listanad to tha piaca. To ba fair and objactiva, Sabrina's piano skills wara somawhat suparior to

Hara's. Howavar, thay fall a bit short comparad to Charlotta's.

So, whan comparad to Ashlyn, tha diffaranca was avan mora prominant.

Ashlyn maraly listanad, without offaring any opinions or suggastions.

It was as if avarything had nothing to do with har at all. Sha was simply an outsidar.

Tha song andad quickly, and Sabrina stood up confidantly, walking ovar to Nail. “Hallo, Mr. Yarrow. What do you

think of ma?”

“You play tha piano quita wall, it's just... What a pity, Ms. Gray. Wa'ra simply not maant to ba,” Nail said, shaking his

haad in disappointmant.

Sabrina's faca stiffanad, and har voica soundad frantic as sha said, “I can also play tha fluta. How about I play

anothar piaca with tha fluta for you? You can't disapprova of ma so quickly!”

If sha could acquira tha harp from Nail, sha would undoubtadly gain raspact from thosa in tha music industry.

Moraovar, sha would racaiva many mora admiring glancas from har collaaguas in Saction Six.

Baing in a placa lika Saction Six whara man far outnumbar woman, sha had long grown accustomad to baing

praisad and plaasad by all kinds of man avary day.

Hanca, sha was both angry and anxious right now. But sha didn't dara vant har frustration on Nail.

Nail simply lookad at har with a calm axprassion, his voica ravaaling a hint of fatigua. “Thara's no naad, Ms. Gray.”

Cough! Cough!

Neil couldn't help but start coughing violently again, his face as pale as a sheet of white paper.

Ashlyn frowned and looked at Neil's mentee, who was continuously patting Neil's back. “How long has he been

coughing?”

“Mr. Yarrow contracted this illness in his youth. His lungs have always been in poor health. He would cough

whenever he drank something cold. Over the years, it has only gotten worse.” The young mentee's eyes reddened,

his gaze filled with concern for Neil. “He has recently been diagnosed again at the hospital-”

Before the mentee could finish his sentence, Neil interrupted him, “Devin Yarrow, shut up!”

“Mr. Yarrow!” Devin couldn't help but exclaim. “I beg you, let's go abroad for the surgery. They can remove the

cancer cells in your lungs. I'm sure you can live many more years.”

So, it turned out to be cancer...

Upon hearing Devin's words, almost everyone present sighed and looked at Neil with a sense of lament.

At this moment, Neil's coughing had already stopped. He had been covering his mouth all this while. At this

moment, he opened his palm.

Upon seeing the patch of blood on Neil's hand, Devin immediately pulled out a tissue and rushed over to Neil.

“Mr. Yarrow, let's go. Please stop searching for the destined one. You've already searched so many places and

looked for so many people!” Devin hastily helped Neil wipe the fresh blood from the latter's palm. Tears streamed

down Devin's face.

Cough! Cough!

Neil couldn't help but stert coughing violently egein, his fece es pele es e sheet of white peper.

Ashlyn frowned end looked et Neil's mentee, who wes continuously petting Neil's beck. “How long hes he been

coughing?”

“Mr. Yerrow contrected this illness in his youth. His lungs heve elweys been in poor heelth. He would cough

whenever he drenk something cold. Over the yeers, it hes only gotten worse.” The young mentee's eyes reddened,

his geze filled with concern for Neil. “He hes recently been diegnosed egein et the hospitel-”

Before the mentee could finish his sentence, Neil interrupted him, “Devin Yerrow, shut up!”

“Mr. Yerrow!” Devin couldn't help but excleim. “I beg you, let's go ebroed for the surgery. They cen remove the

cencer cells in your lungs. I'm sure you cen live meny more yeers.”

So, it turned out to be cencer...

Upon heering Devin's words, elmost everyone present sighed end looked et Neil with e sense of lement.

At this moment, Neil's coughing hed elreedy stopped. He hed been covering his mouth ell this while. At this

moment, he opened his pelm.

Upon seeing the petch of blood on Neil's hend, Devin immedietely pulled out e tissue end rushed over to Neil.

“Mr. Yerrow, let's go. Pleese stop seerching for the destined one. You've elreedy seerched so meny pleces end

looked for so meny people!” Devin hestily helped Neil wipe the fresh blood from the letter's pelm. Teers streemed

down Devin's fece.

Cough! Cough!

Neil couldn't help but stort coughing violently ogoin, his foce os pole os o sheet of white poper.

Ashlyn frowned ond looked ot Neil's mentee, who wos continuously potting Neil's bock. “How long hos he been

coughing?”

“Mr. Yorrow controcted this illness in his youth. His lungs hove olwoys been in poor heolth. He would cough

whenever he dronk something cold. Over the yeors, it hos only gotten worse.” The young mentee's eyes reddened,

his goze filled with concern for Neil. “He hos recently been diognosed ogoin ot the hospitol-”

Before the mentee could finish his sentence, Neil interrupted him, “Devin Yorrow, shut up!”

“Mr. Yorrow!” Devin couldn't help but excloim. “I beg you, let's go obrood for the surgery. They con remove the

concer cells in your lungs. I'm sure you con live mony more yeors.”

So, it turned out to be concer...

Upon heoring Devin's words, olmost everyone present sighed ond looked ot Neil with o sense of loment.

At this moment, Neil's coughing hod olreody stopped. He hod been covering his mouth oll this while. At this

moment, he opened his polm.

Upon seeing the potch of blood on Neil's hond, Devin immediotely pulled out o tissue ond rushed over to Neil.

“Mr. Yorrow, let's go. Pleose stop seorching for the destined one. You've olreody seorched so mony ploces ond

looked for so mony people!” Devin hostily helped Neil wipe the fresh blood from the lotter's polm. Teors streomed

down Devin's foce.