Timothy’s demeanor shifted abruptly upon hearing about the test results.


    He rose from his chair swiftly, his voice deep as he dered, “I’ll be there immediately.”


    After ending the call, Timothy left the meeting room abruptly without offering any exnation, leaving


    the group of executives puzzled.


    Given Timothy’s reputation for his dedicated work ethic, it was unusual for anyone to answer a call


    during a meeting.


    No one had ever witnessed Timothy taking a call and leaving a meeting suddenly. Could this be the


    end of the world?


    Outside, Timothy grabbed his suit jacket and instructed Heath, “Have the


    vice president continue to chair the meeting. I expect a resolution by


    tomorrow.”


    “Understood, Mr. Barrett. Where are you headed?” Heath inquired.


    “To the hospital.”


    Heath could likely guess whose call Timothy had just taken.


    After all, only Monalize had the power to disrupt Timothy’s usual routine.


    After concluding the call, Mia nced at Tyler and said, “You know what to do when he gets here, don’t


    you?”


    Adjusting his sses, Tyler replied, “Yes, Mr. Mendes has instructed us ordingly. Sage’s blood


    sample has been dispatched, and we’ll promptly proceed with the bone marrow matching test.”


    “Thanks for your help.”


    Contemting the possibility of Sage’s recovery from his illness, Mia’s spirits lifted. She hoped


    everything would proceed smoothly this time.


    Shortly after, Timothy arrived at the hospital.


    He couldn’t help but notice Mia’s slightly reddened eyes; it appeared as though she had been crying.


    Timothy softened his tone and inquired, “Where’s the doctor? I’m here for the matching test.”


    Mia had prepared numerous arguments to persuade Timothy, fully aware that the primary objective was


    to persuade him to donate his blood for a bone marrow match.


    However, she was caught off guard when his first words were about the matching procedure.


    A glimmer of surprise flickered in her eyes. “Mr. Barrett, this is indeed a pressing situation, and


    considering we’re in Bern City, you’re our only hope for assistance.”


    “I understand, there’s no need to worry. I’ve arranged for the finest medical team toe immediately,


    and they will certainly treat Ginger,” Timothy


    assured.


    Mia drew in a deep breath, fixing her gaze on him. “It’s my turn to thank you this time.”


    If Timothy were to cooperate and donate his bone marrow, she nned to offer him the remaining


    reishi mushroom before leaving Bern City.


    Apanied by the nurse, Timothy proceeded to the blood collection room.


    As he observed his blood being drawn, a touch of sorrow weighed in his eyes. Ginger was undeniably


    charming, affectionate and full of energy; he had never anticipated her falling ill.


    Following the blood extraction, he asked the nurse, “When can we expect the matching results?”


    “The test results will be avable the day after tomorrow. However, there’s


    no need to worry. The biological father of the child usually demonstrates a highpatibility rate,” the


    nurse reassured Timothy.


    Timothy paused, taken aback by the nurse’s words. The biological father of the child?


    As he nced at the nurse, he sensed that she might have mistakenly


    assumed he was Ginger’s father. Without inquiring further, he quietly stood up and left the room.


    As he stepped outside, he spotted Mia waiting anxiously. Despite her usual confidence, there was a


    hint of worry and vulnerability in her eyes, making her appear more like a concerned mother.


    Approaching Timothy, Mia handed him a candy. “The blood draw must have been painful, right?”


    Timothy looked down at the candy Mia offered and replied calmly, “It wasn’t painful. I’m not a fan of


    sweets.”


    “But Dr. Valoz did mention that theter part of the matching process might cause some difort,”


    Mia added, unwrapping the candy and holding it up to Timothy’s lips.


    Almost instinctively, Timothy epted and ate the candy. As the overly sweet taste filled his mouth, he


    furrowed his brows–it was sweeter than heCopyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.


    expected.


    Mia grinned with satisfaction. “This is Ginger’s favorite candy. She’s quite afraid of needles and blood


    draws, so I bought this to cheer her up.”