Brianna acknowledged what Chris said but made no reply. She was literally dragged away by Scott. He walked faster and faster, and she had to rush to catch up. At one point, she almost twisted her ankle, but she bore the pain and said nothing.

The bodyguard held the door open for them, and Scott pushed Brianna into the car rather violently and slammed the door shut.

Brianna shivered, frightened. She rubbed her ankle gently and accidentally saw through the window that Sol was running after them. She stumbled and almost fell over, but Scott went over to her quickly and held her arm.

Seeing that she was struggling with her twisted ankle, Scott lifted Sol up and carried her to the car.

It hurt Brianna to see how much Scott cared about Sol. It's obvious who he really loves. He won't divorce me only because he's being possessive. He doesn't want other men to have me.

Scott's phone rang. The bodyguard helped answer the phone and held it by Scott's ear.

"Mr. Anderson, our team has studied the record of the treatment that Miss Keaton has received in the past three years. Fortunately, her illness has not worsened much, though she should have had better treatment. It seems that she has had some hard times, and it has affected her wellness. Her heart condition and her knees will need some extra caring. We don't suggest too many physical activities. Also, calmness will be good for her heart. With better treatment, her sickness should be under control." The doctor said patiently.

However, Scott wasn't pleased with the answer at all. "What do you mean by under control? I want you to cure her, thoroughly!"

"Right, Mr. Anderson. I understand. It's still not too late, but radiation therapy and chemotherapy won't be enough to cure her thoroughly. Stem cell transplantation will be the best solution, but her blood type is Rh-negative which is very rare, and there's great difficulty finding the right cord blood or bone marrow."

The doctor went on explaining the difficulties and what needed to be done, and Scott listened carefully. He requested the chief doctor of the Anderson Private Hospital to contact all the hospitals around the world to search for cord blood and bone marrow.

When he hung up, Sol said softly, "Scott, I don't want to take the medicine anymore. I don't want to continue the radiation therapy either."

"I understand, Sol, but you need it now."

"No. I had the treatment for half a year, and I lost so much hair. And, my skin, oh, it was awful. I looked so ugly then. I would rather die than look ugly."

"Don't be silly. You never look ugly."

"I know my body, Scott. Don't listen to the doctors. They just want money from you. Don't you remember when I was with you, I never had any chemotherapy in those three years, and I was fine?"

"You were, but that was only when it started. It's been six years now, and you haven't received proper treatment."

"But, but, I don't want to take the medicine anymore."

"I will ask the doctor to see if there's medicine with fewer side effects."

"Thanks, Scott. I really hope I can have the stem cell transplant soon. I don't want to look ugly again."

"You never look ugly, and however you look, I love you."

"You are lying. You care about her much more." Sol pointed at Brianna in the car.

Scott was a bit startled, then he said with a smile, "Silly girl. No one can replace you."

"Really?"

Scott watched her pale face and felt a sharp pain in his heart. He nodded sincerely.

Sol looked at him with tearful eyes and said, "Scott, you know that I never want to be a burden to you. If you ever want me to leave, you have to tell me, ok?"

"Why would I ever want you to leave me?! I've looked for you for so long."

Sol nodded, and Scott kissed her forehead gently. He put her in another car, fastened the seatbelt for her, and closed the door. To Sol's surprise, he didn't come in the car and sit next to her, and instead, he walked towards the car that Brianna was in. "Scott? Where are you going? What are you going to do with her?" Sol shouted after him.

Scott paused and turned around to look at Sol.

"If you have fallen in love with her, I understand, and I won't be a trouble to you two," Sol muttered.

Scott came over and held her hands through the window. "Sol, you will never be a trouble, and I will never want to upset you." He said sincerely.

"Can I still trust you?" Tears ran down her cheeks.

Scott wiped the tears off gently. "Of course you can. I'm always here for you. I promise."

Sol nodded and felt more secured now that Scott had promised her as she knew that he rarely ever made promises to anyone. She believed that Scott still loved her, but he just needed some time to leave Brianna.

She was terrified when she saw how possessive Scott was with Brianna at the restaurant and how he kissed her passionately.

"Scott, as long as I can be with you, I'm happy."

Scott stroked her cheeks affectionately. "And you are with me, always. The driver will take you back to The Place."

"Aren't you coming with me?"

"I will when I have free time."

Sol was obviously disappointed, but she tried not to show her disappointment and said sweetly, "Ok. I look forward to your visit. Scott, can I still go see you when I miss you?"

"Of course you can. The doctor said you need to watch your knees, though, and no more high heels, ok?"

Sol nodded, then added tentatively, "I was just worried that I'm not as tall as Brianna, you see..." She blushed.

"Silly girl." Scott tapped her nose affectionately with a smile. "You are of perfect height."

It brought a sweet smile to Sol's face. Scott gestured to the driver to leave and waved goodbye at Sol, who leaned on the car window and watched Scott as the car sped away.