The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 390

He’d heard the stories about how painful egg retrieval could be, all the risks that came with pregnancy, and how much recovery could take out of someone afterward. The last thing he wanted was for Reese to go through any of that.

Now, it felt like the clouds in his life had finally parted with this sudden bit of good news, letting in a little sunlight.

“But it’s only a 92 percent match. Isn’t that still risky?” Reese took Matthew’s phone, her eyes scanning the message again and again.

She remembered what Dr. Brandon had said. The risk of rejection was already higher when the donor wasn’t a relative. Even if the numbers looked good, there could still be complications after surgery—some of them serious, maybe even life-threatening.

“Any surgery comes with risks,” Matthew said gently. He patted the back of her hand, his warmth calming her nerves just a bit. “Dr. Brandon told us, as long as the match is over ninety percent, it’s worth a try.”

“We’ll use the best anti-rejection meds, and the doctors will be watching over me the whole time. We’ll figure it out.”

He understood how much she was worrying. Honestly, he was worried too. Still, right now, he just wanted her to breathe easy for a minute. She’d been through so much already.

“Don’t worry about it, okay?”

Matthew reached for his phone, taking it back from Reese. He was about to lock the screen when it buzzed with a new message. He opened it without thinking.

There was only one line, but it made his heart stop.

[Stay away from the Meyer family, or your donor will disappear.]

The words were cold, sending a chill straight through him. Matthew’s eyes darkened as he stared at the screen.

“What’s wrong?” Reese noticed the shift in his mood and looked at him with concern.

“It’s nothing,” Matthew said, slipping the phone under his pillow and forcing a smile. “I’m just hungry.”

Reese glanced down at her watch. It was almost lunchtime.

“What do you feel like eating? I can have something ordered in.”

Matthew thought for a second. “How about we eat from the hospital cafeteria today? I smelled the pork from the room next door yesterday. It made me jealous.”

***

Meanwhile, at the Meyer family’s villa, Hank sat at his desk, eyes fixed on a long list of bank transactions scrolling across his computer screen.

One transfer caught his attention. It’s a payment made a week before his mother’s car accident. Nearly ten million had landed in Grace’s personal account from an overseas source.

The name on the account was “Drew.” Hank paused. That name sounded familiar. Wasn’t it the same as a distant cousin of Bailey’s assistant, Douglas?

His heart started pounding, loud in the quiet room. He quickly pulled up Douglas’ file and read through it carefully.

Douglas had been with his father for years, starting as a driver before becoming a trusted assistant. He’d always seemed loyal.

But if this money was really connected to him, then his mother’s accident was a lot more complicated than anyone thought.

Hank’s fingers flew across the keyboard, the keys clacking as he dug for more clues, hoping he’d finally find the truth.