HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 277

Felicia nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Yes. She’s the only one who can help Josh right now—at least until we know whether Althea’s results show a match. And if Mr. Miller can reach out to his contacts, maybe we’ll find more donors. That would be even better.”

Daven buried his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling. “My God… I’m his father, and I can’t do anything. How is it my mother who must step in? Is she even strong enough for this?”

Chase paused mid-dial, his phone was still in his hand. “The doctors know what they’re doing, Daven. They’ll handle this emergency carefully. What we need to do is fight from every side—reach out to anyone who might help. I’ll call everyone I know. Maybe we can find a backup donor.”

Daven turned to him, meeting his eyes. “You’re right.” He nodded firmly. “I’ll help. Arsen.”

Always close by, Arsen responded without hesitation. “I’ll do everything I can.”

“I’ll do my part too.” Daven pulled out his phone, but before dialing, he looked back at Felicia. “Stay with Mommy. Don’t leave her alone. She might need you.”

Felicia nodded quickly. She had barely taken a step toward the examination room when hurried footsteps echoed from the corridor. Althea appeared, her face drawn and her eyes swollen with fresh tears.

“Althea?” Chase rushed to her side, steadying her with a gentle grip on her shoulders. “What happened?”

Althea bit her lip, fighting to hold herself together. But the moment she looked up at Chase, her tears broke free. “The results, Chase,” she sobbed. “My blood doesn’t match. They said… it can’t be used to save Josh.” Her voice cracked, her whole body shaking. “Chase… I can’t do anything for my own son!”

Her sobs tore out of her, ragged and uncontrollable, until she could hardly breathe. She covered her face with both hands, shoulders quaking.

“Althea, listen to me.” Chase caught her trembling hands, holding them tightly, his gaze steady. “You’ve done everything you could. This isn’t your fault.”

“But Josh—he’s critical. They said his condition is getting worse. What if I lose him?!” Her cry broke into the hallway, her knees buckling until Chase pulled her back into his arms.

Felicia stepped closer, her voice low, aching with guilt. “Althea, please. Mommy has agreed to donate. I know things between us are broken, I know you don’t trust us. But let her do this. Please.”

Her steps faltered, unsteady, but with Chase’s support she sank down beside Felicia.

Time dragged mercilessly, each second pressing heavier on their chests. The waiting room thickened with dread. Althea sat sobbing softly sitting next to Chase, while Felicia paced restlessly, whispering prayers under her breath. Daven was still on his phone, reaching out to every possible contact in search of a backup donor—anything, anyone, if it meant saving Josh.

Chase and Arsen were no different, each of them chasing whatever slim chances they could find.

The tension only deepened as the minutes stretched on, until at last the door swung open. A doctor stepped out in his white coat, his expression grave.

Everyone rose to their feet at once.

“Doctor,” Althea’s voice shook. “How… how is Josh?”