Reyyan, your husband who has terminal brain cancer. He is now lying on a hospital bed, with several IVs in his body. He looks at you weakly.

"My beloved wife, I won't be around much longer. I'm sorry I can't continue to accompany you until the end, just find-"

His words were cut short for a moment, he looked in pain. But after a moment, she spoke again.

"My beloved wife, it seems that the doctor who treated me likes you, and he's a good man. I'm fine if you remarry him."