Marry Ex's Billionaire Uncle After Divorce (Aurora and Jasper) novel Chapter 99

Chapter 66: Lucky–2

Aurora exhaled slowly. “And after that?”

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“The first three months are the most critical. We’ll need to see him regularly – watch for rejection, monitor his counts. After that, every six months is sufficient.” He folded his hands on the counter. “No intense physical activity for a while. Nothing too strenuous. Keep his stress low, his diet clean. Nothing complicated.”

“I’ll make sure of it.”

She walked back toward the elevator, running through the list in her head. Once Leo was discharged, she needed to find them a better place to live – somewhere quieter, easier to manage, with less noise and more room for him to recover properly. The divorce proceedings were still moving forward. She needed to act before any of the asset transfers got tied up in legal delays.

Her phone buzzed.

It was a message from Phineas. Short, no preamble.

*Back from the trip. Surgery went well – I heard. You’re back at work. Come over tonight. I’ll

wait.*

She stared at it for a moment. He hadn’t asked if she was okay. He hadn’t said he’d missed her. He’d just stated the facts and left the door open, which was, she was beginning to understand, exactly how he communicated.

She typed back at noon, between a lab report and a departmental meeting.

*I’ll come. Can we push dinner to 7:30? I want to stop by the hospital first.*

His reply came in under a minute.

*Fine.*

One word. She almost smiled at it.

That evening, she went home first, changed out of her work clothes, and stood in Phineas’s kitchen for a solid hour and a half. She hadn’t cooked for anyone in weeks. She made roasted lamb chops with rosemary potatoes, a cream of mushroom soup, Caesar salad, and a simple crème brûlée that she almost burned twice because she was thinking about Leo’s discharge paperwork while she was torching the sugar.

Phineas arrived at seven twenty–five. He looked at the table, then at her, then back at the

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table.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” he said.

“I wanted to.” She pulled out the soup. “Sit down.”

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He sat. He ate without saying much, which she’d learned meant he was actually enjoying it. Halfway through the lamb, he set his fork down and looked at her.

“You’ve been taking a lot of time off.”

She set her own fork down. “I know. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up – I’ll stay late this week, catch up on everything I missed. It won’t happen again, not like this.”

“I’m not complaining about the work.” He picked up his fork again. “I’m asking what happened.”

She looked at him for a moment. Then she told him.

She kept it simple – Leo’s diagnosis, the months of searching for a donor, the surgery last Saturday, the anonymous man from the national registry who had matched perfectly and hadn’t asked for anything in return. She said it all matter–of–factly, the way she’d trained herself to discuss it, without letting the weight of it come through in her voice.

Phineas listened without interrupting. When she finished, he was quiet for a moment.

“You handled all of that alone,” he said.

“I had help. The medical team was excellent.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

She didn’t answer that.

He looked at her steadily. “You deserve every bit of good luck that came your way. All of it.”

She blinked. She hadn’t expected that, and she didn’t quite know what to do with it, so she opened her mouth to say something deflecting and practical.

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