Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172 Feeling Her Legs Weaken

“Kyla, I owe you so much. Without your help, I never would have secured the position at Alice Design Studio,” Jordyn said,

her voice laced with sincere appreciation and a hint of flattery.

Kyla, feeling somewhat impatient, was poised to dismiss her with brief acknowledgments before ending the call.

As Jordyn shared news of her new role, she only offered a nonchalant “Mm” in response.

“Today is my first day, Kyla. There was someone in the department who took leave to donate bone marrow…” Jordyn

sounded unsure, as if she was pondering whether to say more.

“Bone marrow donation? It’s really no big deal,” Kyla commented dismissively.

“But… Kyla, I happened to see the name of the person receiving the donation…” Jordyn lowered her voice, adding a layer of

intrigue.

“And that name was?” Kyla felt a jolt of apprehension.

“It’s… Averi Hudson.”

“Averi?” Kyla sat bolt upright.

What were the odds? The world seemed too small at that moment.

Kyla pondered how Sadie seemed to be continually favored by fortune.

As Kyla struggled to maintain her composure, her voice softened. “Jordyn, are you certain? Was it Sadie’s son, Averi?”

“Absolutely, Kyla. I saw it myself! The file for the donor clearly listed Averi Hudson as the recipient, diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia…”

Kyla nervously bit her bottom lip.

She recognized a rare chance she had to seize.

If the boy were to pass away, even if Noah later discovered the truth about the child’s parentage, it would be irrelevant.

Her position would remain secure.

“Well done, Jordyn. Set up a meeting with your colleague for me.”

“Right away, Kyla!” Jordyn responded, her voice filled with passion.

With a satisfied grin, Kyla hung up.

At the hospital, the potent scent of disinfectant pervaded the halls.

Sadie’s grip on Averi’s small hand was firm, her fingers chillingly cold.

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Wearing an oversized hospital gown, Averi looked wan but offered Sadie a reassuring smile, his dimples showing “Mom,

I’m not scared“”

Sadie leaned in and kissed his forehead tenderly, whispering, “I know. You’re the bravest, my Averi.”

Since a donor match was found, a persistent unease gnawed at Sadie, a premonition that trouble was brewing

The medical team from Maradeiris had arrived, and Jim had gone over the surgical details more than once. Everything appeared to be on track.

As a nurse took Averi’s blood samples, Sadie stayed close, her watchful eyes fixed on him, not looking away even for a

moment.

Suddenly, Jim hurried toward her, his face marked by urgency. “Sadie, there’s a complication. There’s something you need

to hear.”

Dread filled Sadie’s heart. “What’s happened, Dr. Archer?”

Jim paused, evidently searching for the right way to break the news. “The donor… has backed out.”

“They what?” Disbelief clouded Sadie’s face as her voice climbed in pitch.

Her ears began to ring, and her surroundings seemed to blur.

Why now?

They had been so close to moving forward. What made the donor reconsider at the last minute?

Sadie’s face lost all color, her lips quivering, but she found herself speechless.

Averi, sensing her unease, looked up with concern. “What’s wrong, Mommy?”

Holding back tears, Sadie smiled weakly. “Oh, it’s just a little hiccup, honey. Mommy will fix it.”

She led Jim out into the hallway to speak privately, away from Averi’s prying ears.

“Sadie, I assure you, we’re scrambling to find another donor,” Jim said, trying to soothe her.

Sadie was desperate and asked, “Could I possibly contact the donor myself? Maybe I could change their mind. We don’t

have much time.”

Jim’s face showed sympathy, but he hesitated. “I’m truly sorry, Sadie. I can’t reveal that information. It’s against our policy.”

Feeling her legs weaken, Sadie nearly stumbled.

She expressed her gratitude to Jim, holding onto her composure.

After steadying herself, she returned to Averi’s room.

“Mommy, you look sad,” Averi said, his voice full of worry.

Forcing another smile, Sadie stroked his hair tenderly. “I’m just a bit worn out, my love. Don’t worry.”

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