“When I asked her, she said that she had her eyes on a pair of corneas.”
“From a living person?” Shane tightened his grip on his phone as a grim expression crossed his face.
Jackson shook his head. “She said that the person with those corneas will be dying soon.”
So the corneas are from someone who’s on the brink of death.
Shane’s initially tensed expression became relieved and he loosened his grip on the phone. While the hostile look in his eyes faded, he asked, “Who’s the person with the corneas? Has the person agreed to donate them to her?”
“I don’t know about that. Jacqueline refuses to say anything, so I have no choice but to call you and ask you to convince her.” Jackson shrugged exasperatedly.
Shane frowned. “Okay. I’ll be flying back tomorrow afternoon.”
“Okay.” Jackson nodded.
After hanging up, Shane tossed the phone on his desk, grabbed his mouse, and continued immersing himself in work.
It was finally the wedding ceremony of the Hill family’s heir the next day.
As an invited guest, Natalie wore a gown and arrived at the wedding venue arm-in-arm with Stanley’s. She waited for the ceremony to start.
However, at that moment, Andre approached them with an embarrassed look. “Hello, Dr. Quinn and Ms. Smith.”
“How may I help you, Mr. Hill?” asked Stanley with a smile.
Glancing at Natalie, he replied, “Well, I’d like to ask you for a favor, Ms. Smith.”
“Ask me for a favor?” Natalie pointed at herself.
Andre nodded. “As I sent my daughter home last night, we are missing one bridesmaid…”
“You want Nat to be a bridesmaid?” Stanley raised his eyebrow.
Natalie also gaped in surprise.
As they managed to guess his objective right away, Andre stopped beating around the bush. Nodding, he pleaded, “Yes. Please help us, Ms. Smith.”
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