The Mafia Don Rejected Her… Then Learned She Was Dying Chapter 09
Alexander froze.
His lips parted, but no words came out.
I looked at the color draining from his face and
offered a small explanation.
“I’m sick. My memory’s gotten really bad. There
are a lot of things I can’t remember anymore.”
His eyes turned red instantly.
He took several shaky breaths before finally
managing to speak.
“Serafina…” His voice was rough with emotion. “I’m
Alexander. Your brother.”
“Alexander?”
The name sounded familiar.
I’d seen it in my notes.
There was a line I’d written to myself:
[Alexander is important. Don’t forget him.]
Alexander braced himself against the wall before
slowly making his way toward me.
His steps were unsteady.
“Hey,” he said softly. His trembling hand came up
to brush a strand of hair away from my face.
“Don’t be scared, Serafina. Let me take you to
Professor Strucker, okay?”
I nodded.
“Okay. Professor Strucker said Felix would come
pick me up.”
“Of course.”
Alexander swallowed hard and turned his face
away before I could see the emotion threatening.
to break through.
At the hospital, Professor Strucker spoke privately
with him.
“Miss Moretti is currently experiencing
intermittent memory loss. She may occasionally
recover fragments of memories, but as the
disease progresses, the deterioration will become increasingly severe.”
The doctor paused.
“Eventually, she will forget everything and
everyone.”
His expression darkened.
“And unfortunately, the process is irreversible.”
Alexander felt as though an invisible hand had
wrapped around his heart and squeezed.
He could barely breathe.
Never, not once, had he imagined a future where
Serafina forgot him completely.
Beside him, Felix stood silently, watching me
cooperate obediently through the examination
room window.
Professor Strucker rested a hand on Alexander’s
shoulder.
“The truth is, family members often focus on their
own fear. But for the patient, losing control of their‘
memories is far more terrifying.”
He sighed.
“No one wants to wake up in a world that feels
completely empty.”
Alexander closed his eyes.
For a long time, he said nothing.
When he finally spoke, his voice trembled.
“I respect Serafina’s decision.”
His throat tightened.
“And I support the treatment.”
The day of the procedure arrived.
As nurses prepared to wheel me into surgery,
Alexander refused to let go of my hand.
His grip was tight.
Almost desperate.
“Don’t be afraid, sweetheart.”
His voice cracked.
“Just think of it as taking a nap. I’ll be right outside
waiting for you.”
Seeing how nervous he was actually made me
smile.
“Alex.”
I squeezed his fingers.
“I’m the one having surgery. Why do you look more
scared than I am?”
A broken laugh escaped him.
“I’m not scared.”
His eyes glistened.
“You’re coming back to me safe and sound. I know
you are.”
After saying goodbye to everyone, I was wheeled
into the operating room.
The doors slowly closed behind me.
Alexander immediately turned toward the medical
staff.
“How long will it take?”
Tommy checked the schedule.
“Approximately four to five hours.”
Alexander nodded stiffly.
Then he quietly said,
“Take me to a church.”
The small chapel nearby was nearly empty.
Alexander lit a candle.
Then another.
And another.
For days, this had become the only thing he could
- do.
Pray.
Every prayer was the same.
Please let Serafina live.
Please let her be healthy.
Please let her be safe.
If she forgot him forever, so be it.
As long as she stayed alive.
As long as she had a future.
There was still hope.
He would trade everything he owned for that.
His fortune.
His power.
His empire.
Even his life.
Alexander lowered himself to his knees and
bowed his head deeply before the altar.
When he finally left and headed back toward the
treatment center, a small silver crucifix remained
clenched tightly in his hand.
His silent prayers continued.
Then disaster struck.
A vehicle suddenly swerved into their lane without
warning.
“Boss!”
Tommy jerked the wheel.
The first collision was avoided.
But a second SUV slammed into them from
behind.
The impact was devastating.
Everything went black.
Several men climbed out of the vehicles.
Armed with steel bats and clubs, they rushed
toward Alexander’s car and began smashing the
windows.
