Chapter 1236
Chapter 1237
During that time, Rosalie and Jonathan hadn’t yet left the hospital. When Rosalie rushed to the
emergency room upon hearing the news, she found Warren sitting there, with a doctor stitching up his
wound on the spot. Amelia was lying on the hospital bed beside him, receiving treatment from the
doctor.
Normally, their treatments were meant to ur in separate wards, but Warren and Amelia shared the
same room. Even though one side of Warren’s cheek was covered in blood, his focus remained fixed
on Amelia, as if his own injuries didn’t concern him, and he was solely worried about her safety.
“The reporters you described yesterday, those who stopped you, it turns out they weren’t real reporters;
they were impostors. Though their true motives are unclear, it’s possible they have some connection to
the Summer family,” Rosalie said.
“Whoever those people are associated with, I will track them down,” Warren dered. Despite his
unfamiliarity with Lommore, finding those individuals wouldn’t pose a challenge for him. “What about
Amelia? How is she?”
“She’s awake and has agreed to return to Strico for the remainder of her pregnancy,” Rosalie replied.
Warren chuckled at her words. “Just as I thought, the only ones she wou listen to are her friends like
you.”
But Warren couldn’t help but mutter to himself, “As for the things I said, she probably doesn’t care at
all.”
Rosalie then added, “But when she woke up and saw me just now, her first question was about your
condition. Amelia cares more about you than you might imagine; even her concern for you goes
beyond your expectations.”
Warren’s eyshes quivered ever so subtly. Then, after a brief pause, he lifted his eyes to Rosalie, a
trace of mockery in his gaze. “Why are you telling me all this? Are you hoping I’ll rekindle my feelings
for her? Is it because her liver is already starting to deteriorate, and she might need a liver transnt
after giving birth?”
Rosalie’s expression stiffened. She had seen the medical reports prepared by the doctor for Amelia,
and she knew Warren must have seen them
too.
Their only unspoken agreement was to keep the doctor from informing the patient about the need for
another liver transnt as indicated in the
report.
While a liver transnt was necessary, Amelia’s unique blood type made finding a suitable donor
extremely challenging. Warren happened to be the mostpatible candidate, but having already
undergone one liver transnt, donating again would entail heightened risks to his own life.
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Furthermore, considering Warren’s current sentiments towards Amelia, Rosalie harbored doubts about
her ability to persuade him to be a liver donor.
“Whether you decide to donate your liver or not is entirely up to you. I just want you to know that Amelia
does have feelings for you. She’s willing to risk her life to give birth to your child because of the
affection she has for you. Otherwise, why would a woman be willing to stake her life on a man she
doesn’t love?”
However, Warren directed his words at Rosalie, saying, “Whether she loves me or not, I simply don’t
care. As for donating my liver to save her, why should I put my life in danger to rescue a woman who
once hurt me so deeply? If we’re talking about any debts I owed her from the past, I believe donating
my liver, turning over her case, and saving her life from the kidnappers should have already settled
them.”
After a brief pause, he fixed Rosalie with a cold stare. “I, Warren York, owe Amelia Haab nothing. So,
there’s no need for further words. I’m tired and in need of rest. Please, leave.”
With those words, Warren closed his eyes.
A look of concern crossed Rosalie’s face as she thought, “If Amelia ever reaches the point of needing a
liver transnt, and if Warren refuses to be a donor, then Amelia… might not make it.”
Exiting the hospital, Rosalie coincidentally spotted Jonathan’s car.
Jonathan stepped out and quickly approached her. “What’s happening? You look so down as if the
sky’s about to fall.”
Rosalie sniffled. “The hospital’s medical reports are not looking good. Because of her pregnancy,
Amelia’s liver function is deteriorating rapidly. It’s possible she’ll need a liver transnt when she gives
birth, but…”
“The issue lies with the liver source, doesn’t it? Warren isn’t willing?” Jonathan asked.
Rosalie nodded. “But honestly, it’s understandable. He’s not as emotionally connected to Amelia as he
used to be, and he’s already donated his liver once before. Donating again is too risky.”
In her thoughts, Rosalie pondered, “It’s almost like a life-or-death gamble. In this world, how many
people would be willing to risk their lives for someone else?”
“Then let’s return to Strico ande up with a n. Things might not turn out as dire as you fear,”
Jonathan suggested.
“But if it doese to that point, and Amelia doesn’t have a suitable liver…”.
“She must have thought about this possibility a long time ago,” Jonathan said earnestly. “Everyone
must shoulder the responsibility of their decisions, and since Amelia has chosen to keep this child, she
must have already contemted the worst-case scenario.”
Rosalie was momentarily startled, her attention solely on Jonathan’s words as he continued, “Since
she’s already considered this day, it means she believes the sacrifice is worthwhile.”
Rosalie took a deep breath and thought, “Worthwhile? Is it truly worth it for Amelia?”
But then, memories of her own pregnancy with triplets flooded back. A the time, she, too, had believed
it was worth the risk, ready to stake her life on the survival of her three babies.
Perhaps this was the essence of motherhood, the reluctance to release the lives growing within,
regardless of the circumstances.
“Back then, when I narrowly escaped, and all three children survived, it truly was a stroke of luck,”
Rosalie murmured.
“Yeah, it was luck, both yours and mine.” Jonathan held Rosalie as he continued, “From now on, I’ll
protect you, dedicating my lifetime to your safety.”
Rosalie smiled faintly, but all of a sudden, her expression changed. She covered her mouth, and her
shoulder quivered slightly, as if she might
vomit but didn’t.
“What’s wrong? Feeling unwell?” Jonathan asked.
“I’m feeling a bit nauseous, perhaps I overindulged in donuts this morning, causing some indigestion,”
she replied.
Jonathan sighed with a hint of helplessness upon hearing her words, “Didn’t I tell you to eat less of it?
Eating too much of that stuff can lead to bloating.”
“It’s probably because it’s been quite some time since Ist had it. So, having it once in a while makes
it taste exceptionally good, and I couldn’t stop myself,” Rosalie exined.
“Weren’t you not much of a fan of these overly sweet and cloying foods before?” Jonathan asked.