Chapter 452


    Tim had his hands in the pockets of his white coat as hemented, “ording to the cardiology


    department, the heart willst you another three years, give or take.”


    “Three years...” Toby clenched his fists in aggravation. How did my lifespan shorten by so much in


    such little time? It’s supposed tost as long as the average person’s heart.


    “Yes, three years. So, if you want to keep on living after that, you’re going to have to search for a


    suitable heart within these three years for your transnt,” Tim affirmed as he signed with three


    fingers.


    When he heard this, Tom’s eyes reddened. “How do you suggest we do that? President Fuller’s


    body and blood type are as rare as they are specific. It could take ages before we look for another


    heart that ispatible with the rest of his organs! If it’s such a walk in the park, then it wouldn’t


    have taken twenty-four years for him to locate a heart in the first ce. So, don’t tell me that he can


    find the perfect donor in three years because it’s just nonsense!”


    “Then, my hands are as tied as yours. If the right donor doesn’te along in the next three years,


    Toby’s heart will wither out and he can do nothing else but wait for death to knock on his door,” Tim


    pointed out nonchntly, putting his hands out like he was leaving all up to fate.


    Upon seeing this, Tom grew incensed and demanded, “What the hell are you even saying? Aren’t


    you a doctor? How can you talk about a patient’s imminent death so casually?”


    “And what would you rather hear me say?” Tim impassively gazed at the assistant. “I’m a doctor, not


    a walking organ procurement organization. No doctor can perform a miracle on him without first


    obtaining apatible heart for the transnt, so whatever I said were only matters of fact.”


    You—”


    “That’s enough!” Toby massaged the space between his brows and grimly said, “Back off, Tom. He’s


    right; no one can save me if we don’t get apatible heart donor in the next three years. Death


    really is imminent.”


    “I know, but I just don’t like how he put it,” Tom snapped as he glowered at Tim angrily.


    Tim slid his sses up his nose bridge as he pointed out tly, “If you don’t like the way I have


    described it or if you find that I was way too brusque with my words, go and help your boss to find


    the perfect heart donor instead of hovering here picking arguments with me. Every day for the next


    three years is a day he spends fighting for his life, and for what it’s worth, that might be all the living


    he gets to do before his heart copses. Maybe you guys would get lucky in the end, and the


    perfect heart woulde along to save your boss from the brink of death. That’s all I have to say.


    Goodbye for now.”


    With that, he turned to leave.


    However, Toby called out to stop him in his tracks, “Hey, wait a minute.”


    “Yes, President Fuller?” Tim halted before he could walk out the door and cast Toby a sidelong


    nce.


    Toby pursed his lips. “You can’t let anyone know about this. If word gets out that I have a heart


    problem—’’


    Tim interrupted, “You don’t have to worry about word getting out. I’m a doctor, so it’s a given that I’ll


    remain reticent about your condition. Besides, it’s not as if I’m dying to spread the news. I didn’t


    even tell Sonia when she asked about you yesterday, right, Mr. Brown?”


    Tom scoffed at this. The only reason why you didn’t say anything to Sonia was because I stopped


    you, he thought sourly.


    “Sonia?” Toby stiffened at this. He couldn’t hide how flustered he was when he demanded, “How is


    she doing now?”


    “Ask him.” Tim jerked his chin in Tom’s direction and added pointedly as he


    walked out of the room, “He knows best.”


    Now Tim was gone, Toby and Tom were alone again in the hospital room.


    Upon receiving a look of askance from Toby, Tom had no choice but to borate, “Sonia’s fine.


    She’s dandy. I mean, how could she not be after you saved her?”


    As he picked up on the snide tones, Toby frowned and asked unhappily, “What, do you have


    something against Sonia?”


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    Tom had never intended to hide his displeasure toward Sonia and now that Toby had asked, he was


    more than ready to admit it. “Yes, I do have something against her. You’ve been injured way too


    many times because of her. I won’t talk about what happened in the past, but this time, your heart


    will wither in three years’ time because you risked your life to save hers. Am I supposed to


    congratte her for surviving at your expense?


    “I’m going to let this go on ount of the fact that you’ve been loyal to me all these years and that


    you’re speaking up for my own good, but I swear I won’t forgive you the next time you decide to


    badmouth Sonia in front of me.” Toby eyed his assistant coldly.


    Tom’s eyes widened to the size of saucers as he gaped at Toby incredulously. “President Fuller?”


    “Sonia has nothing to do with this incident,” Toby exined somberly. “I was the one who voluntarily


    jumped off the cliff to save her, so your rage toward her is obviously unjustified. You usually have


    more sense than to me everything on her like this.”


    When he heard this, Tom opened and closed his mouth like a fish. He snapped out of his daze a


    momentter and muttered numbly, “My apologies, President Fuller.”


    Toby waved his hand dismissively. “It’s fine. We’ll let the matter drop now and I don’t want you


    bringing it up again or grumbling about Sonia either, am I clear?” “Yes, sir.” Tom nodded despite his


    reluctance, lowering his gaze.


    The vein near Toby’s temple throbbed to signal his weariness and he rubbed it as he asked,


    “Where’s Sonia now?”


    “She was discharged this morning. She’s fine and probably at Paradigm Co. right now,” Tom


    answered.


    With a brief hum, Toby noted, “As long as she’s fine. Remember, she can’t learn about my heart


    issue, do you understand?”


    He might have jumped off the cliff on his own will, but if Sonia found out about it, she would me


    herself and think that she was the reason for his current predicament. She can’t ever find out about


    this. It’s for her own good.


    “Don’t worry, President Fuller. I never nned on telling her anyway,” Tom solemnly assured. That


    much was true. He had no intention of telling Sonia


    about Toby’s injuries, not because he was worried that she would me herself, but more along the


    lines of worrying that Toby wouldn’t be able to take the hit if she were to confront him about it.


    However, now that Toby was aware of the extent of his injuries and calmly epted his


    substantially shortened lifespan, it longer mattered.


    On the other hand, Toby didn’t know the real reason why Tom was keeping this a secret from her.


    He didn’t actually care, as long as she remained oblivious to news of his injuries.


    “You’ll have to keep this from my mom, my grandma and Tyler as well. I don’t want them to worry


    either,” Toby reminded him as an afterthought as he leaned against the headboard.


    Tom nodded. “I know, President Fuller. I didn’t tell Old Mrs. Fuller and the others in the household,


    not even about how you jumped off a cliff to save Miss Reed. I didn’t breathe a word to the public


    either; so, as far as they are concerned, you’re on a business trip. If word gets out, thepany


    and the market would take a great hit and the press would have a field day making headlines out of


    your cliffjumping endeavors.”


    “You’ve done well,” Toby praised.


    A little tremor worked its way into Tom’s voice as he promised, “I’ll find the perfect heart for you,


    President Fuller. You’ll keep on living. I swear.”


    The perfect heart, huh ? The corner of Toby’s lips curled into a half-smile as hemented, “In that


    case, I wish you all the best.”


    He sounded optimistic enough, but such words were good for offering empty sces. Deep down,


    they both knew that the chances ofing across apatible heart for a transnt were slim to


    none.


    “How’s Tyler doing in thepetition?” Toby asked after the thought crossed his mind.


    Tom paused for a while before replying, “The U17 Cross-Country Championships that Young Master


    Tyler took part in has ended and he was able to secure our country a ticket for the FIBA Basketball


    World Cup. The first round of preliminaries are underway as we speak.”


    Toby hummed in response. With a small nod of acknowledgement, he lowered his gaze in thought


    and said, “When the Basketball World Cup is over, pull Tyler out of the team and have him


    transferred to an elite prep school.”


    “President Fuller?” Tom looked aghast when he registered this. What does President Fuller mean


    by this? Is he already making arrangements for Young Master Tyler to take over his duties now that


    he knows he won’t have much longer to live?


    Toby knew why his n woulde as a shock to Tom. As he pursed his lips, he changed the


    subject instead of borating further, “Right, why don’t you tell me how Sonia and I returned to


    Seafield?”


    “I brought a rescue team with me and found the both of you in some viger’s home,” Tom


    exined sullenly. He knew that Toby was intentionally changing the subject, which only served to


    confirm his suspicions that Toby nned on training Tyler to be his sessor.


    Tom was more than understanding of this, but it didn’t mean he could ept it. Doesn’t President


    Fuller have the slightest bit of faith that he will be able to continue living? It’s no easy feat to search


    for a heart donor, but there’s still hope for a miracle, isn’t there?


    “A viger’s home?” Toby repeated, his eyes glimmering with doubt. That doesn’t make sense, he


    thought. We were supposed to be found in the cave.