The day the matching results came in, the entire main house was waiting for the news.
I sat on the sofa in the hospital’s VIP room and watched Dr. Harrison walk in with a stack of documents.
“Mr. Felipe,” he said, giving my father a slight bow. “The results are back.”
Father stood. “Well”
“It’s a complete match,” Dr. Harrison said, relief clear in his voice. “An extremely rare perfect match. We can schedule the surgery for two weeks from now.”
I noticed Mia sitting up in bed. The moment she heard the news, her eyes turned red.
“Vivian…” She reached out to me. “Thank you.”
I walked over and took her hand.
Her hand was still cold, but this time, I felt a real tremor in it.
“You’re going to be okay,” I said softly.
Father came to my side and patted my shoulder. “Vivian, well done.”
