After contemting for a moment, Timothy turned to Heath and instructed, “Arrange for someone to
escort Luna back, and ensure she doesn’t return to the hospital.”
“Understood, sir,” Heath acknowledged before leaving the room.
Meanwhile, Luna exited the ward and promptly dialed Sharon’s number. This was the opportunity she
had been waiting for.
“Ms. Maynard!”
Startled, Luna turned to find Heath beside her. “What… What’s going on?”
“Mr. Barrett has asked for a driver to take you back,” Heath exined.
A faint smile crossed Luna’s face. It seemed that Timothy still had some concern for her.
Putting her phone away, Luna stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor.
She couldn’t wait to brag to Monalize about what had just happened.
However, when the elevator doors opened, Heath intercepted her. “Ms. Maynard, Mr. Barrett has
instructed that you return home immediately.”
“But I’m just going to see a friend,” Luna protested.
“I’m sorry, but you can’t. Please cooperate, Ms. Maynard,” Heath insisted.
Luna immediately grasped the implication behind his words.
It seemed that they weren’t genuinely interested in sending her home. Their intention, however, was to
monitor her closely to prevent any interference at the hospital.
Nheless, it was already toote. Luna had be aware of Timothy’s bone marrow
donation.
With a cold expression, Luna left the hospital, swallowing her frustration. She knew that
this matter was far from over.
In the evening, Mia organized a dinner for them at the hospital.
She escorted Ginger upstairs to where Timothy was resting in the hospital bed, looking
somewhat pale with an IV drip in his arm.
Witnessing Timothy’s condition, Mia felt a touch of empathy. Although he had the option to decline, he
had willingly agreed to donate his bone marrow.
“Tim, does it hurt?”
Ginger gently leaned in and blew lightly on Timothy’s hand where the needle was inserted, her lips
puckered up yfully.
Although Timothy’s hand felt cool, the icy fortress around his heart unexpectedly began to
melt.
He had always believed that he wasn’t particrly fond of children.
Yet, when he saw Ginger, his heart softened, and he felt a desire to give her all the happiness
in the world.
Mia nced at Caleb and instructed, “Let’s set up the table. It’s time for us to eat.”
After enjoying their meal together, Ginger excitedly handed Timothy a sticker, eximing sweetly, “This
is a magic sticker!”
Timothy patted Ginger’s head affectionately and asked, “Are you ready?”
With a nervous demeanor, Ginger lowered her head and replied, “Not really. I don’t want to lose my
hair!”
After all, she cherished her hair dearly.
Mia gently held Ginger’s hand and advised, “Alright, it’s bedtime. Remember what the doctor said
about getting enough sleep? Staying upte might also cause hair loss.”
Addressing Timothy, Mia added, “We’ll be heading out now.”
Timothy nodded in understanding, silently watching as Ginger and Mia left the ward.
Seated nearby, Caleb interjected, “The night is still young. Would you like somepany for the
evening?”
“Get lost!” Timothy retorted.
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Downstairs, Mia escorted Ginger back to their ward.
Looking up at Mia, Ginger asked, “Mommy, will he be sick from the injection?”
She envisioned needles to be quite painful.
Mia crouched down in front of Ginger and exined, “Adults aren’t afraid of injections. Besides, he’s
your father. It’s his responsibility to assist your brother.”
Ginger didn’t fullyprehend Mia’s words. She pulled out her Apple watch and asked, ” Should we
call Sage?”
“Sure, Sage is probably preparing to go into the sterile chamber tomorrow.”
After locking the hospital room door, Mia sat on the bed with Ginger and initiated a video call with Sage.
Before long, a young boy with rosy lips and white teeth appeared on the phone screen, his face bearing
a serious expression. “Hi, Mommy.”