Marry Ex's Billionaire Uncle After Divorce (Aurora and Jasper) novel Chapter 96

Chapter 65 A Familiar Face–1

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Chapter 65: A Familiar Face–1

(Aurora’s POV)

The ambulance arrived two minutes later. The paramedics took over and I stood up, stepping back as the crowd parted around the stretcher. Someone started clapping. Others joined in.

I walked away before anyone could say anything to me.

I found a quiet stretch of sidewalk and stood there. The tightness in my chest had loosened, just slightly. Not because anything had changed. But because for a few minutes I had been completely present, completely useful, and there had been no room for despair.

I wasn’t ready to believe there was no way out for a seventeen–year–old boy.

My phone buzzed.

I looked down. The hospital’s number.

I pressed the phone to my ear. “Hello?”

“Ms. Caldwell – I’ve been trying to reach you.” Dr. Mercer’s voice was rapid, almost breathless. “I have news. The National Bone Marrow Registry sent through an update this afternoon – a new entry in the database. There’s a donor. A full match for Leo.” He paused. “They’ve already confirmed willingness to donate. Can you come in right now?”

My hand started shaking.

“Say that again,” I said.

“It’s a match, Ms. Caldwell. A confirmed match. Please come to the hospital as soon as you can. Drive carefully.”

I lowered the phone.

My legs gave out slowly, and I sank down onto the curb. The tears came without warning – silent, steady, soaking into the fabric of my trousers.

My brother was going to be okay.

Dr. Mercer was waiting for me at the nurses‘ station when I stepped off the elevator. He didn’t even let me get my coat off.

“Come with me,” he said, already moving. “I want to walk you through everything.”

We stopped at the end of the corridor, away from the foot traffic. He pulled up Leo’s file on his

Chapter 65: A Familiar Face–1

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“The donor is Korean–American,” he said. “Male, mid–thirties, registered with the National Bone Marrow Registry eighteen months ago. The system flagged the match this afternoon – it’s complete. Every marker.” He looked up from the screen. “He’s already confirmed he’s willing to proceed as quickly as possible.”

I stared at him. “Complete match?”

“All twelve HLA markers. It doesn’t get better than this.”

“You’re certain.”

“Aurora.” He said my name with the quiet patience of someone who had been through this

before. “I’m certain.”

I pressed my hand flat against the wall behind me. My legs felt unreliable.

“When?” I managed.

“We ran Leo’s pre–op panel this afternoon while you were out. If his numbers hold – and I expect them to – we’re looking at Saturday.” He paused. “This Saturday.”

I couldn’t speak. I just looked at him, and something in my face must have told him everything, because he waited.

“You’ve been fighting hard for this kid,” he said finally. “I have too. He’s been my patient for a long time. This outcome matters to me personally.”

I found my voice. “What are the risks? Walk me through everything.”

Even with a perfect match, he explained, the body could still mount a rejection response. The consent forms listed every possibility, from mild complications to severe ones. He didn’t

soften any of it.

He handed me the packet of forms. I took it and flipped through the pages slowly. The medical language was dense, but I had read enough of it over the past year that none of the terminology was unfamiliar. What was different today was that I had the right to sign.

“I’ll bring Leo and my mother in to go through this together,” I said. “My mother is his legal guardian. She’ll need to sign the final consent.”

“Of course. Whenever you’re ready.”

I held his hand with both of mine. My throat closed up before I could say anything coherent.

“Thank you,” I finally got out. “Thank you for not giving up on him.”

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Dr. Mercer, who had delivered more bad news than most people could carry, looked genuinely moved. He patted my shoulder once.

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