(TL Note: Deepest condolence to Hawkings. This novel was written long before Hawking passed away. Hopefully, he can live a healthy life in this fiction full of happiness and freedom)
- The U.K. -
- At Hawking's Manor -
His lawyer came in, and after seeing the guardian, he asked, "How's Stephen doing?"
"He needs someone to keep a close eye on him, his suicidal thoughts are getting stronger and stronger." The guardian said worriedly, "He insisted on ending the suffering."
"We can't let him die, tell him not to give up! He's the most outstanding physicist right now, no one wants him to end his legacy here," the lawyer said.
The guardian looked at the depressed man in a wheelchair by the French window, and he said sympathetically, "But legally, for someone that wants to die, we have no right to interfere with his choice of euthanasia."
"I know, let me go in and talk to him." The lawyer nodded as he pushed open the glass door and walked in.
