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All Chapters of The Last Days of Mr Andrew : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1Andrew Cross hated hospitals. It wasn't just the sterile smell that lingered in the air, a harsh mix of antiseptic and artificial calm that seemed designed to highlight every frailty. No, it was the lighting, too bright, too clinical, forcing vulnerability into the open. He loathed the waiting, the stifled tension in rooms filled with patients who had their futures yet to be written while he had nothing but a clock on the wall ticking away his.Tick. Tick. TickA muscle in his jaw tightened as he sat back in his chair, acutely aware of every second that marked his unwelcome presence in this place. This was supposed to be a moment of control, a quick consultation to ensure he remained at the top of his game. Instead, he was trapped in an overly white office, waiting for a diagnosis that he was certain wouldn’t concern him. People waited for Andrew Cross, not the other way around. “Do you always look this irritated,” a voice broke through the silence, laced with the famili

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 2The doorbell chimed sharply at precisely 8:00 a.m. Andrew Cross glanced at the door, then the clock, and finally back at the door. He remained rooted in place, annoyance brewing in the weighty silence of his penthouse. The bell rang again, more insistent this time.Taking a slow sip of his coffee, he kept his expression neutral, fully prepared to ignore whoever stood on the other side. A third ring followed, accompanied by an annoyingly firm knock, one that left no room for politeness. Setting down his cup, Andrew muttered under his breath, “Unbelievable.”With a heavy sigh, he pushed himself up from the chair, irritation already bubbling as he calculated the quickest way to end this inexplicable interruption. He swung open the door, intending to dismiss whoever it was on his threshold. Instead, he was met with Nancy Taylor. She stood there in casual jeans and a simple blouse, the medium-sized bag she carried slung carelessly over her shoulder. There was nothing about her

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3By the third day, Andrew had come to the conclusion that Nancy Taylor was an annoyance. Not a significant one ,yet, but persistent. “Why are you staring at the pill like it personally offended you?” Nancy leaned against the edge of his desk, arms crossed and eyebrow arched.Andrew didn’t bother to look up from the tablet in his hands. “It did.”“Really? How?” Her tone was light, teasing even.“It exists,” he replied flatly.“Right. Because dealing with a terminal illness is so much easier when you avoid the medicine that could actually help you.”“Thus overselling its importance,” Andrew said, maintaining his focus on the screen. She let out a small sigh, pushing herself upright. “Mr. Cross…,”“Andrew,” he corrected, still scrolling.She paused, clearly considering the shift. “...Andrew,” she said slowly, almost as if testing the syllables on her tongue. “Take the medication.”“No.”“Why not?”“I don’t need it.” “You do realize that you so much need it.”“I don’t.”“Yes,

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 4 By the end of the week, Andrew Cross had developed a routine: wake early, ignore his condition, and tolerate Nancy. In that exact order. “You’re staring at your coffee like it owes you money,” Nancy remarked as she walked into the living area, catching him mid-thought. Andrew didn’t bother to look away from the mug. “It does.” She peered at the cup, unimpressed. “What exactly did it do?” “It’s cold,” he replied flatly. “Then drink it faster next time.” “I shouldn’t have to rush coffee in my own home.” Nancy approached, picked up the cup, and sniffed it. “You also shouldn’t leave it untouched for twenty minutes and expect it to stay hot.” Finally, Andrew turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “Are you always this argumentative?” “Only with people who are wrong,” she shot back, her smile unwavering. “I’m not wrong.” “Yes, you are.” A pause settled between them, and Andrew leaned back slightly, studying her with growing interest. “Do you enjoy this?” “

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 5 Andrew worked late into the night, the city sprawled out beneath him like a living canvas. Lights flickered and pulsed, a rhythm he had woven into his life, but he remained transfixed on the documents in front of him. Numbers glared back, contracts demanding his attention and projections outlining an empire he had meticulously built. Control, familiar, and safe, these were the pillars of his existence. “You’ve been staring at that page for ten minutes.” Andrew didn’t look up, too focused on his self-imposed task. “I’ve been reading,” he replied tersely. Nancy stood a few feet away, arms loosely folded, a soft resolve in her posture. “You haven’t turned it.” “I don’t need to.” “That’s not how reading works.” “It is when you already know what it says.” With a slight tilt of her head, she regarded him pointedly. “Then why are you still looking at it?” A brief silence hung between them before he reluctantly flipped the page. “There,” he said, his voi

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 6 Andrew didn’t mention Victoria the next morning. Not over breakfast.Not when Nancy handed him his medication.Not even when his phone buzzed twice with her name lighting up the screen before he silenced it.He just… ignored it.Like he ignored most things that threatened to complicate his life.Nancy noticed.Of course she did.“You’re going to pretend she doesn’t exist?” she asked, setting a plate down in front of him.Andrew glanced briefly at the food, then at her. “That’s usually effective.”“For how long?”“As long as necessary.”Nancy sat across from him, studying his face. “She’s your sister.”Andrew picked up his fork. “That’s a technicality.”“That’s not how family works.”“It is in mine.”Nancy didn’t respond immediately.She just watched him take a bite, slow and deliberate like everything else he did.Then, “She looked worried,” Nancy said.Andrew’s hand stilled for a fraction of a second before continuing like nothing happened.“People often confuse curiosit

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 7Andrew didn’t sleep well.Sadly, that was starting to feel like a regular thing.He was lying in bed, just staring up at the ceiling, long after the city outside had gone quiet. His mind just wouldn't switch off. No amount of numbers, no amount of work, not even being totally worn out seemed to do the trick anymore.Eventually, his body just surrendered, even though his thoughts were still racing.When he finally came to, the sun was already blazing through the curtains.Late.He frowned slightly.That wasn’t normal.Andrew pushed himself up, a weird, heavy feeling settling in his chest. It wasn't exactly pain, you know? Just… *weight*. And his breathing felt a little more restricted than normal, like something was gently pushing down on him.He just brushed it off, though.What else was he gonna do?He swung his legs over the side of the bed, took a second to get his bearings, and then stood up.Gotta keep it together.Always.Nancy, though? She spotted it right away.She w

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 8Andrew slept. Not exactly a full night's rest, but it was *better*. And honestly, that alone was enough to get under his skin because it just went to prove Nancy was right. Again.Morning arrived with a surprising gentleness. For once, he found himself waking up before the sun had even properly claimed the room. The light filtering in felt softer, less like an assault and more like a slow, deliberate caress across the glass walls. He lingered in bed for a few minutes, just… existing. No thoughts of work, no frantic calculations swirling in his head. Just being present. It was a fleeting moment, though. Nancy was already up. Of course she was.He found her in the kitchen, perched on the counter this time, not cooking, just scrolling through her phone with a cup of tea in her hand. She looked up as he walked in. Paused.“You look better.”Andrew reached for a glass. “Careful. That almost sounded like concern.”“It was observation.”“Unfortunate.”Nancy smiled slightly. “Did

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 9The car ride to Cross Holdings was quieter than usual. Andrew sat in the back, his posture rigid, while Nancy sat beside him, calm but alert. Victoria occupied the seat across from them, arms crossed and expression inscrutable.“You really think Reeves won’t push too hard?” Victoria asked, breaking the silence after what felt like an eternity.Andrew didn’t answer. His gaze remained fixed out the window as the city blurred past, an endless stream of lights, buildings, and people moving forward, unaware of his existence.Nancy leaned closer, her voice steady. “He will. That’s exactly why we’re here. Together.”Andrew flicked a glance at her, his tone dry. “…Together.”“You said it yourself,” she replied. “You need me.”He chose not to respond. Victoria let out a soft sigh, the tension in the car palpable. “I’m here to ensure this doesn’t get out of hand,” she said with a hint of frustration.Andrew clenched his jaw. “And yet, you’re the one who always does.”Victoria held he

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 10The hospital smelled the same, clean, sterile, unyielding. Andrew sat in the chair, Nancy steady beside him, gripping the strap with a gentle yet firm hand.The exhaustion from the board meeting still clung to him, an invisible weight pressing against his chest with every shallow breath.“I don’t need this,” he muttered, his voice hoarse.“Yes, you do,” Nancy replied, her tone resolute. “We’ve discussed this. Tests, doctor’s orders, stop pretending.”A humorless laugh escaped Andrew. “Pretending is all I have left.”Exasperation flickered across Nancy’s face, but her calm demeanor remained.“You have me. You have the doctors. You have a sister who actually cares, whether you want to admit it or not.”Andrew shot her a glare. “Victoria isn’t here to watch me.”Nancy briefly glanced over her shoulder. “She has her own life now, husband, kids. But she checks in. Keeps tabs.”His expression softened at the mention of his sister. Though he often found her annoying, part of him a

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