“Donating bone marrow shouldn’t do much harm to your own body, right?” asked Estre Berrocal.


    Andreo Fanta nodded, “Nowadays, you don’t need to donate bone marrow, donating blood stem cells is the same thing, it really doesn’t do much harm to your own body.”


    Estre Berrocal, “What is it that you don’t like? The person lying there is my own mother, you haven’t done me any harm, and if mine and hers are really suitable, of course I am willing to donate blood stem cells, our biology teacher was saying that donating blood stem cells is simr to having your blood drawn, and that blood stem cells are metabolized every day, and even if you donate them, new ones will continue to be produced. Since it doesn’t hurt much and it’s not a risky thing to do, naturally I’m willing to do it.”


    Andreo Fanta said in a very solemn tone, “Dulcinia … thank you.”


    “Didn’t you say we were family? Since we are family, there’s no need to say thank you.”


    “After all, neither The Fanta Family nor The Vasconcellos Family ever did their part to take care of you, and I really appreciate that you are now willing to donate blood stem cells to your mother without any problems.”


    “Don’t worry about that, I think I will be able to get a match with Mrs. Vasconcellos since I am her biological daughter. Mrs. Vasconcellos’ condition…”


    Andreo Fanta’s face was stony as he said in a deep voice, “Mom’s illness cannot be dyed any longer.”


    “Then make quick arrangements to prepare for surgery.”


    Andreo Fanta’s eyes were dazzled, he didn’t expect Estre Berrocal to ept so easily, heughed lightly and said, “Before I met you, I was wondering if you would be willing to make a match, but now it seems I was thinking of a small man. ”


    “It’s my own mother lying there, after all, I’m not that cold-blooded, but if it was some kind of kidney recement surgery, maybe I would be very scared, I’m not a saint, I would be concerned for my own safety, but to extract some stem cells from the blood for my own mother would restore her to health, and it would look like I’m very uninformed if I didn’t want to do that.”


    Andreo Fanta smiled and reached out to pat her head, “If it’s okay with you, the tryouts and match will take ce first thing tomorrow morning.”


    Estre Berrocal froze and had a momentary stagger.


    She did not want to tell Andreo Fanta that her ex-husband was touching her head like that.


    …


    The Holy City, Rouco Group.


    Adán Rouco received in his mailbox a series of photographs showing Estre Berrocal with a strange man and her intimate behavior.


    Adam Rouco’s eyes shone with a cold light and his brow furrowed deeply.


    You just got divorced and are looking for another one so soon?


    Adán Rouco exhaled sharply and leaned back in the executive chair behind him with his long fingers pressed against his forehead to rest his eyes.


    The heart was all irritation and intense jealousy.C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org.


    “Santino Yepes, Santino Yepes!”


    “Boss, did you call me?”


    Adán Rouco looked grumpy: “Book me a flight to Ciudad del Rey immediately. ”


    Adán Rouco was in a very bad mood, so much so that Santino Yepes did not dare say anything about how busy thepany would be in theing days.


    “Yes, I’ll order it right now.”


    Santino Yepes left the office with a long exhtion, as soon as the boss’s married life became unpleasant, he was the first to suffer.


    …


    Vi The Vasconcellos family, Ciudad del Rey.


    Only Estre Berrocal and Ciri Garzón were at the table.


    At the outset, Estre Berrocal asked a question, “Aren’t we waiting for Mr. Andreo to return?”.


    “I shouldn’te back for dinner.”


    “Is Mr. Andreo that busy at work?”


    Estre Berrocal thought silently: “Andreo Fanta is more day-to-day than Adán Rouco, it seems.


    Ciri Garzón drinks Borscht and says, “Because he’s afraid that if I see him it will affect his appetite, so usually if I’m at home he prepares dinner outside beforeing over.”


    “…”


    Estre Berrocal eats the meal in silence, and Andreo Fanta feels pathetically aggrieved at being reduced to such a state that he has to look his own wife in the face for a living when it is clearly his own home.


    Estre Berrocal cried andughed, thinking about how elegant it is to be a woman when you are Ciri Garzón.


    Purity steamed a fish and said with a smile, “Seconddy, Miss Ciri, this fish is wild, it tastes much better than the domestic fish sold in the market, so you should eat more.”


    As soon as Estre Berrocal smelled that odor, a sudden wave of nausea rushed up through the pit of her stomach and into her throat, “vomit … vomit…”


    He hurriedly covered his mouth and hurried to the bathroom.


    Ciri Garzón continued asking, “Estre, what happened to you?”.


    Purity followed suit.


    Estre Berrocal gags for a long time but does not vomit anything, Ciri Garzón pats her back gently, “Is it because she has eaten badly? But you haven’t eaten anything either, I’ve eaten with you, I’m fine”.


    Purity asked, “Second Miss, how are you feeling, do you want me to send a doctor?”


    Estre Berrocal waved her hand and gestured, “No, I’m not feeling welltely, I’m probably new to Ciudad del Rey, it’s okay. ”


    “So, Second Miss, I will now go and prepare some clear porridge for you.”


    Ciri Garzón helped Estre Berrocal to get out of the bathroom: “Don’t hold on if you don’t feel well, it’s no problem if a doctores”.


    “Good.”


    Estre Berrocal only had a few bites of porridge for dinner and was so groggy that she went upstairs to rest very early in the morning.


    When Andreo Fanta returned, he walked into the house only to see Ciri Garzón sitting on the couch eating potato chips and watching Netflix, took off the coat she was wearing, hung it to the side and asked, “Have you eaten yet?”


    “Well, eaten.”


    “Where is Dulcinia?”


    Ciri Garzón was looking at the TV screen, arguing with him: “Her name is Estre, not Dulcinia, and you haven’t had her for a day in La familia Vasconcellos, is it convenient to change her name when shees back?


    Andreo Fanta’s lips curved, “Well then, where is Estre?”.


    “He went upstairs to bed, he didn’t feel very well at dinner tonight, I think his bowels weren’t very good.”


    Andreo Fanta looked up and asked, “Has the doctor seen him yet?”.


    “No, it should be fine.”


    Andreo Fanta approached and stood next to Ciri Garzón, reaching out to touch her head, to which Ciri Garzón tilted her head away from him. “What are you doing, you’ve disheveled your hair.”


    “What did you have for dinner?”


    Ciri Garzon wanted to roll her eyes, “Can you stop asking me about such boring topics all the time?”.


    Andreo Fanta was not angered by her impatience, and in the presence of Andreo Fanta Ciri Garzón was rebellious, no better than a teenager with a rebellious mind.


    Andreo Fanta withdrew his hand and slipped it back into his pants pocket, nced at the bag of chips she was holding, and finally gave her a grudging reminder: “Lay off the junk food.”


    Ciri Garzón remained distant and emitted a soft grunt to show her attitude.


    Andreo Fanta turned around to go upstairs to see Estre Berrocal when Ciri Garzón suddenly called out to him.


    “By the way, have you thought about what I told you in Florence? School is about to start, and if you don’t do it for me, I’ll have to wait another term to study.”


    Andreo Fanta’s dark eyes fluttered, no joy or excitement could be heard in his voice, he just said, “I know, I’ll let you know when it’s done.”


    “Well, hurry up then.”


    Only in these matters Ciri Garzón rushes him.


    Andreo Fanta closed his eyes, somewhat helplessly.