No Strings Attached novel (Clara and Ian) novel Chapter 402

Upon hearing these words, Brodie felt the tension that had been coiled tight within him ease slightly. His voice was urgent as he asked, “Who is it?”

“It’s Mr. Hayes. Can you believe it? His liver is a near-perfect match for your mother, and they have the same blood type. You can rest easy now. The surgery should go off without a hitch.”

Brodie’s brow furrowed with concern. “But the man’s just been through a burn injury, not fully recovered. Can he handle it?”

The doctor clapped him on the shoulder, with a gesture of reassurance. “Don’t worry. It’ll be fine. Mr. Hayes insisted I tell you that he’s willing to endure anything if it means saving your mother. I’ll start prepping for the surgery immediately. You just wait here.”

Before long, Ian was discreetly wheeled into the operating room.

For fear of any leaks, Ian was registered under an alias. His head was swathed in bandages.

Only the chief surgeon was in the know.

Two hours later, the doors to the OR swung open.

The doctor appeared, looking weary yet with a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “The surgery was a success. The patient should wake up by tomorrow.”

An emotional Brodie clenched his fist, then asked, “And what about him? How’s Mr. Hayes?”

“No worries there, either. He’ll come around once the anesthesia wears off.”

For convenience’s sake, Katherine was placed in the room next to Ian’s.

When he gazed at his mother’s pallid face, Brodie’s heart ached as he gripped her hand tightly.

His fingertips gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead.

His voice was hoarse with emotion. “Mom, we’ve dodged another bullet.”

He couldn’t recall how many close calls they’d had.

Their life on the run had started from the time he was a mere whisper of life in his mother’s womb.

It wasn’t until his grandfather had found them and erased their tracks that they could finally lead a peaceful existence.

Reflecting on those tumultuous years, Brodie watched over his mother with a heart still racing from the scare.