The exact moment Ethan needed surgery, his son conveniently got sick too.
My teeth ground together so hard they clicked. I wanted to storm in and confront them.
But their next words pinned me in place.
Derek wiped his tears, his voice weak, almost casual.
"Jasmine, if your husband finds out we took Ethan's bone marrow match… what do we do?"
Jasmine hesitated. He let a few more tears fall.
"You know Tommy's condition is acute. But Ethan's different—he's late-stage, he can still wait…"
The doctor beside him nodded quickly.
"Yes, Director Sullivan. Your son's body can handle a few more months. It won't matter."
My heart lurched. Ethan was late-stage—that's exactly why he couldn't wait!
I looked up. The doctor's eyes darted away.
He'd been bought off. Of course he had.
Jasmine gritted her teeth and made her decision.
"Don't worry, Derek. Before your mother died, her greatest wish was for me to take care of you and Tommy."
"Ethan can wait. If Alex asks, I'll say the hospital made a matching error…"
My heart turned to ice.
Only by digging my nails into my palm did I stop myself from charging in and slapping them both.
How hard it is to find a matching donor—I couldn't let myself think about it.
If I hadn't overheard them today, would I have waited obediently until my son died, never knowing who killed him?
The thought that Ethan's life-saving bone marrow had almost been quietly stolen by Derek made my whole body shake with fury.
But I knew—now wasn't the time to tear off their masks.
In a flash, I thought of the young woman whose life I'd accidentally saved in my previous life.
She'd promised me one favor. Anything I needed, she could make it happen.
With trembling hands, I gritted my teeth and dialed her number.
