Chapter 682:
Cruz stepped in and pulled Carol away firmly, his tone sharp. “That’s enough. You’re embarrassing yourself.”
But Carol wouldn’t back down. She yanked her arm free and shouted, “All of you are siding with Linsey over me! Am I your family, or is she?!”
Jeffery finally snapped. “Carol, that’s enough! Did you even think about Mom and Dad when you said that?”
The whole hallway had gone tense. Linsey stood there, feeling a twinge of regret. She never seemed to escape Carol’s temper—and now she was wishing she had just left earlier.
She turned to Myla gently. “Myla, if there’s nothing else, I think I’ll get going.”
Myla clearly didn’t want her to leave, but she still gave a soft smile and nodded. “Alright.”
Just then, Gorman glanced at Carol again, then turned back to Linsey with a faint, knowing smile. “Linsey, the match results are important to Jeffery. We’ve spoken with him quite a bit these past few days. I think it’s only right we stay to hear the outcome—and wish him a successful transplant.”
Linsey sensed something wasn’t right the moment she heard Gorman speak.
He had never shown the slightest interest in Jeffery’s personal matters before—why the sudden concern now?
Just as she was about to politely decline, Myla chimed in warmly, “Exactly. Linsey, why don’t you and Mr. Green stay a while longer? We can all chat and keep each other company while waiting for the results.”
As she spoke, she placed a hand over her chest, her expression anxious. “I don’t know why, but my heart’s racing. I’m so nervous.”
Jeffery noticed her unease and gently reassured her, “Mom, everything will be fine.”
Feeling the tension in the air, Linsey couldn’t bring herself to insist on leaving. Instead, she offered a comforting smile. “Myla, try not to worry. From what I’ve heard, there’s usually a higher chance of compatibility between siblings.”
“Let’s just hope for a successful match,” Myla murmured, her voice filled with quiet hope.
Not long after, two doctors stepped into the hallway, each wearing a heavy expression that immediately unsettled everyone in the room.
Myla’s heart sank. Her face paled as a wave of anxiety surged through her. “Doctors… What is it? Don’t tell me the match failed again?”
Jeffery instinctively stood, but his weak legs gave out slightly, prompting Cruz to quickly steady him. “Careful, son.”
Supported by his father, Jeffery slowly approached the doctors. “Just tell us the results. Even if Carol and I aren’t a match, we’ll look for other donors. It’ll be alright.”
Standing off to the side, Linsey watched the doctors exchange uncomfortable glances. Something about their hesitation made her uneasy.
It didn’t feel like the issue was simply about an incompatible match.
A troubling thought suddenly crossed her mind—sharp and unsettling. She turned toward Gorman, who stood casually against the wall, arms folded, seemingly relaxed.
