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Chapter 476
Chapter 476
Chapter 476
The news hit Frederick like a thunderbolt, a man known for his decisiveness and swift action, he found himself at a loss for words.
“But how could this be? Manley’s blood type doesn’t match mine or Yuna’s?”
His question left Yuna looking like she had seen a ghost. This was it, he found out. No matter what she said now, there was no way to explain why Manley’s blood type didn’t match Frederick’s.
Terror gripped her as she sneakily glanced at Frederick, only to find him staring back with a look that was both complex and intimidating. His gaze was fierce, like a predator ready to rip its prey apart.
“Freddie… I… I don’t know what’s going on…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, her mind racing for some way out of this disaster.
Just then, the nurse’s timely voice cut through the tension, offering Yuna a lifeline – “Mr. Winston, please stay calm. Due to your long history of smoking, your blood has a high level of carbon monoxide, making you ineligible for blood transfusion. You were ruled out before we could even get to the matching process.”
Yuna felt her heart flutter with excitement. She could hardly believe her good fortune. She silently breathed a sigh of relief. Her emotions had been on a roller coaster ride, leaving her clutching her chest to calm her racing heart.
Quickly regaining her composure, she turned to the nurse, “So, what’s the next step?”
“The patient needs to be admitted for treatment with medication for now. We’ll keep looking for a donor. If we can perform the surgery before he turns four, there will be enough time.”
Before he turns four? That was a year away.
Yuna finally relaxed, but Frederick was still worried. A year could fly by in the blink of an eye. He remembered the exhausting search for a compatible donor for Barnes, which had taken nearly a year. He hoped Manley would not face the same fate. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
Knowing there was no quick fix, Frederick arranged for Manley to be placed in a VIP room and made several calls to his wide network, initiating a search for a donor. After ensuring everything was in place, he returned to Thunderbolt Enterprises to deal with some work, leaving Yuna at the hospital.
She called her parents, Zoe and Ablett, to share the close call they’d had and the need for discretion moving forward. She also briefed them on Manley’s condition.
The news of Frederick almost finding out and their beloved grandson’s hospitalization sent Zoe and Ablett rushing to the hospital in a state of anxious urgency.
Arriving at the hospital, they found Manley already asleep. Standing silently by his bedside, they were overwhelmed with emotion, nearly breaking down in tears.
“Our little Manley has never experienced hardship, always having the best of everything. How could he fall ill like this?” Ablett lamented.
“It’s genetics! Barnes had the same condition!” Yuna replied, her voice tinged with frustration.
“Why doesn’t that jerk just die? He’s brought enough trouble to our family, and now he’s threatening my grandson!” Zoe fumed with rage, cursing under her breath.
Yuna, however, was too preoccupied with her own concerns to engage in conversation. The recent events had left her on edge, fearing the day Frederick would uncover the truth.
Suddenly, a text from Hayes arrived:
[Mom, have you and dad finished with the tests? How serious is Manley’s condition? Grandma is asking if you’re coming home for dinner tonight.]
Hayes meant well, but to Yuna, this was just another aggravation. That insufferable brat!
Like mother, like son. Marguerite had been a curse on their family, and now her offspring was threatening her precious Manley!
Yuna didn’t reply, fuming with anger. Zoe, on the other hand, slapped her shoulder sharply, “Yuha! I am talking to you! With Manley getting sick, how can you even think of texting? Who are you texting anyway?!”
“That little bastard Hayes!”
Hayes? Zoe turned the name over in her head, a scheming spark igniting, “Darling, remember how we’ve always wanted to get rid of Hayes but never could? I might just have the perfect plan. Are you interested?”
“What is it?”
A cold glint appeared in Zoe’s eyes as she replied, “We’ll use that little bastard for Manley’s blood transfusion!”