Chapter 680
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
Amelia sighed, then looked at Rosalie and said, âWell, itâs liver cancer in the third stage, and I have half a year to live. Although the doctor shat chemotherapy might allow me to live for another two years, I donât want to spend the rest of my life on chemotherapy. I want to spend the last six months in my own way!â
Rosalie was stunned. Although she had a bad feeling when she saw those medicines, she never expected Ameliaâs illness to be so serious.
âWhat about surgery? What did the doctor say?â she asked anxiously. âUnless I have a liver transplant, there is little point in surgery. But I have a rare blood type, and itâs hard to find a compatible source of liver, so there is no need to think about liver transplant,â Amelia said.
Matilda hesitantly said, âIn fact, Iâve also thought about it. Itâs not that there is no liver source at all!
Didnât you donate bone marrow to someone before? The doctor said that the person is only a few years older than you and has the same blood type as yours. Why donât we try to find that person? Maybe that person⦠is willing to donate liver to you.â
After all, for the donor, even if a part of the liver was donated, the remaining liver could maintain the bodyâs needs and would slowly grow back in time.
Amelia said, âMom, stop it. It has been so long. Besides, the hospital has a rule that the patientâs name cannot be disclosed! Whatâs more, I didnât expect anything in return when I donated my bone marrow back then. If I ask the person to cut their liver for me now, wouldnât it be moral coercion?â
âButâ¦â
âIn addition, there are risks in surgery. The person will have to undergo another risky surgery to donate liver to me. The risk of liver donation is much greater than that of bone marrow donation.â Amelia added, âThat person is a few years older than me and probably has family and children. It means the whole family will take the risks for me.â
As Rosalie listened to the conversation between the mother and daughter, her expression suddenly changed, as if she had thought of something. âAmelia, have you⦠also donated bone marrow?â
âIt happened many years ago,â Amelia said lightly. She did not notice that Rosalie used the word âalso.â âWhen I was young, I registered in the bone 12:34 marrow bank. Not long after, they called me to ask if I was willing to donate because there was a person with a rare blood type that happened to match mine. So I donated it and saved a life.â
Rosalie frowned. Amelia, like Irene, had donated bone marrow. âIs it a coincidence, or is there a hidden truth? Maybe I should look into it,â she thought.
âAmelia, you should take good care of your body anyway. If you are worried about money, I will help you solve it!â Rosalie said.
âRosalie, thank you. I know my illness well. I will cherish every day,â Amelia said.
Rosalie knew that the best option was to find a suitable liver source and perform a liver transplant.
Moreover, she wanted to find out whether Ameliaâs bone marrow donation had anything to do with Irene.
There might be a turnaround if it was as she guessed.
After she left Ameliaâs house, Rosalie was sent by the driver to the hospital for a prenatal visit.
Meanwhile, Jonathan was already at the hospital.
As soon as Rosalie saw Jonathan, her eyes could not help but turn red. She strode forward quickly, opened her arms, and wrapped them around Jonathanâs waist. Then, she buried her face deeply in his embrace.
âWhatâs wrong?â Jonathan lowered his head and looked at Rosalie in his arms.
Rosalie teared up. âAmelia⦠only has half a year left to live. If she canât find a suitable liver source within half a year, she willâ¦â Her voice choked up unconsciously.
She could only imagine how much determination it would take for Amelia, who had wanted to retain the custody right of her son, to make up her mind and hand over the custody to Warren.
If Amelia had not gotten that disease and did not need to deal with all the difficulties in treating it, she would not have made that decision.
A trace of surprise flashed across Jonathanâs eyes. âWhat disease does she have?â
âLiver cancer.â Rosalie murmured, âItâs already in the third stage. Only a liver transplant can help her.
But Amelia has a rare blood type, and it is difficult to find a suitable source of liver.â
As she spoke, she sniffed and looked up at Jonathan. âJon, can you help 12:54 me check something?â
Jonathan looked at her red eyes and the mist in them. âOkay, I can do whatever you want, but please donât cry, okay?â Her tears would make him heartbroken.
Even though he knew she burst into tears because she was worried about Amelia, he still could not help but feel jealous. He did not want her tears to be shed for other people.
Rosalie choked and calmed herself down, then said, âI just found out today that Amelia has donated bone marrow before, but it was a blind donation at that time, and Amelia didnât know who the recipient was.â
When Jonathan heard that, his eyes flashed with light. âAre you suspecting that the person to whom Amelia has donated bone marrow was Warren?â
As expected, he could understand her thoughts without saying much. Rosalie nodded and said, âYes, I am. After all, it is such a coincidence. Irene and Amelia have both donated bone marrow, and Ireneâs ex-boyfriend at that time was a doctor from the hospital where Warren was treated.â
A series of coincidences made it impossible for her not to overthink it.
Jonathan said, âOkay, Iâll check it out. Now, you can rest assured, and donât be sad.â
As he spoke, he raised his hand and gently stroked her under-eyes with his fingers. âYouâre going to have an examination later. Didnât the doctor say you should try to stay happy as youâre pregnant?â
Rosalie responded with a hum. Regarding Amelia, she hoped that it was really as she had guessed. If that were the case, then there might still be a ray of hope for Amelia.
In the hospital, Rosalie had a routine examination first and then a progesterone shot in her belly.
After a period of injections, the three fetuses in her belly were developing well, but there were already many needle holes in her belly, which was even a little bruised due to the injections.
Even though he had seen her take injections many times, Jonathan would still get nervous whenever he saw the slender needle pierce her belly. His whole body would stiffen, and his hands would break out in cold sweat. In the past, no matter how dangerous the situation had been, he would not be nervous.
However, he would be nervous whenever something happened to Rosalie.