Chapter 611
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Linsey’s hand paused mid-motion. She glanced at Cruz instinctively. Could he have a fruit allergy too?
A thought surfaced in her mind—she had been allergic to mangoes since childhood. Was it just a coincidence?
She was about to ask something when a knock on the door interrupted her.
“Come in,” Jeffery said.
The doctor walked in, holding a report in his hand.
“Doctor, are the test results ready? How is my son?” Myla’s voice trembled with worry as all eyes turned to the doctor.
The doctor hesitated briefly before meeting Jeffery’s gaze. “The results show that the patient has an acute blood disorder.”
Myla’s face paled, and she stumbled slightly. Linsey quickly reached out to steady her. “Careful, Myla,” she said softly.
Cruz, usually composed, looked shaken. His eyes flickered between Jeffery and the doctor, his concern evident.
“Are you sure?” Cruz asked, his voice lower than usual.
Jeffery stared at the doctor, his mind struggling to process the news. Before he could say more, a violent cough overtook him.
“Jeffery!” Myla rushed to his side, patting his back as tears welled in her eyes. She fought hard to stay strong, but her trembling hands gave her away.
Linsey took a steady breath, regaining her composure first. “Doctor, since this was detected early, does he have a good chance of recovery?”
Her words snapped Myla and Cruz out of their daze.
𝘽𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝖌ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀．𝖼𝗈𝗺
“Yes, doctor, my son has always been healthy. This diagnosis—how serious is it? Is it treatable?” Myla said urgently.
Cruz’s voice was firm with urgency. “Doctor, do whatever it takes to save my son, no matter the cost!”
The doctor met his gaze with a serious expression. “Jeffery’s condition is quite rare. While we caught it early, the disease is progressing faster than expected. The most immediate priority is finding a compatible bone marrow donor.”
He paused, then asked, “He has a younger sister, correct?”
Myla quickly nodded. “Yes, our daughter.”
“In that case, she should be tested as soon as possible. If she’s a match, we can move forward without delay. Otherwise, finding another donor will take time.”
As evening fell, Myla turned to Linsey with warmth in her eyes. She urged her to go home.
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