He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 494

Clarissa’s tone hardened. "You're the only son we have, Yardley. Mom had you late in life, and you're the heir to the Flynn empire. You're still young. What if a bone marrow transplant causes permanent complications for your health? The risks completely outweigh the benefits."

Yardley took a deep breath, his brows knitting tightly together. "But she's my daughter. How can I just stand by and let her die? Clarissa, don't you think what you're saying is incredibly cold-blooded?"

Clarissa slapped his arm hard. "It's not cold-blooded, it's practical. I'm telling you, I absolutely will not agree to you taking such a risk."

She waved a dismissive hand. "Besides, a baby that young with leukemia... even if you manage to save her, the chances of her living a normal life are slim. Why put yourself through hell for a lost cause?"

Checking her watch, she took a step back. "Look, I have somewhere to be. Just tell Scarlett to look through the national registry or find a donor through other channels. Expecting our entire family to get tested and donate is completely unrealistic. None of us are willing to do it. The most we can do is offer some financial support if she actually finds a match."

Initially, Clarissa had felt a fleeting pang of pity for Dawn, acknowledging the child was her niece. But the second Scarlett mentioned bone marrow matching, she wanted nothing to do with it. Terrified that the medical responsibility might fall on her shoulders, she turned on her heel and practically fled down the hallway.

Yardley watched his sister’s rapidly retreating figure, shaking his head in speechless frustration.

His eldest sister had always been a master of self-preservation—the definition of a fair-weather family member. Expecting her to step up and donate was a pipe dream.

But Dawn was his flesh and blood. If he was a match, he wouldn't hesitate for a second. He couldn't just sit back and watch his own child die; the guilt would eat him alive.

Yardley stepped out for a quick smoke to steady his nerves before finally heading back into the hospital room.

Scarlett glanced up as the door opened. Seeing him walk in alone, with Clarissa nowhere in sight, she let out a dry, mocking laugh.

"Just you? Where’s your sister? Didn't she just give a whole speech about how Dawn has Flynn blood running through her veins? Let me guess—the second you mentioned a bone marrow test, she bolted?"

Yardley’s face paled, an awkward, sheepish expression crossing his features. "She... she had an emergency at the office she had to deal with. That's not what happened."

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