My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 284

Chapter 284: Numb

Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis.

Ashley had never heard of it until now.

It was a lung disease that still has no cure to this day. Some treatments and medications could slow its progression, and in the worst-case scenario, a transplant was also an option.

However, a lung transplant was not truly a cure.

It could extend Lucian’s life, but it could also drastically change the quality of that life.

According to Doctor Wesley, Lucian had already been diagnosed long before Ashley married him. Back then, he had been given five years to live.

That was with treatment.

But Lucian refused treatment.

Lucian refused everything—the medication, the transplant, even the idea of stepping back from work. He didn’t even change his lifestyle until recently.

"His recent test results show that he has even less time than we initially estimated. According to the specialist I consulted, the master is already in the end stage," Doctor Wesley explained heavily as he looked at Ashley before shifting his gaze toward Gustav and Lukas seated across from her.

He could no longer hide the truth, especially after Lucian’s body had finally given out.

"I’m sorry," he said quietly, lowering his head. "I tried to persuade him, but he refused to budge."

And honestly, Doctor Wesley couldn’t entirely blame him.

Lucian was not like other patients.

He occupied a position where he could never afford to fall.

Gustav and Lukas sat there blankly. Their eyes widened while tension tightened across their brows. A lump lodged itself in their throats as they struggled to process information they never imagined they would hear this morning.

"The transplant..." Lukas breathed out, forcing himself to snap out of the shock.

Leaning forward, panic hidden beneath his pale complexion, he rested his arms on his knees and fixed his eyes on Doctor Wesley.

"The transplant is still possible, right?"

Doctor Wesley nodded slowly. "But it’s not a cure—"

"It will buy him time," Gustav cut in, his voice trembling with restraint. "Doctor Wesley, he can’t keep collapsing like this. You know that. He cannot—he can’t..."

Lucian could not die.

Yet Gustav couldn’t bring himself to say those words aloud, as though merely speaking them would make them real.

"The master needs at least an eighty-five percent donor match," Doctor Wesley explained. "The master refused the transplant, but I still placed him on the priority list. Even so, we’re still waiting for a compatible donor."

"Can’t we get one as soon as possible?" Lukas asked sharply.

"He doesn’t have a match yet—"

"Tell us what we need to do," Gustav interrupted. "We’ll find someone compatible ourselves."

"Sir Gustav, Sir Lukas, the hospital requires an organ donor from the official registry. They update the list promptly, so if we wait a little longer—"

"Wait?" Lukas laughed bitterly. "We wait? Did you really just say that?"

Gustav raised a hand to stop Lukas before he completely exploded on Doctor Wesley. Drawing a deep breath, Gustav looked the doctor directly in the eye.

"Doctor Wesley, I apologize for him, but the person we are talking about is the master," Gustav stressed every word carefully. "This is not something we can simply wait for when we have the means and determination to solve it ourselves."

Lukas ground his teeth, hissing under his breath as he looked away.

The underground organ trade existed within the black market.

Dominion itself was not involved in that business.

But would it truly be wrong for them to use that market just once?

If it meant saving Lucian, then what exactly was wrong with that?

Hell, Gustav and Lukas could easily find a living person and take what they needed by force if it came down to it.

They were fully capable of doing the unimaginable without losing a single wink of sleep afterward.

Doctor Wesley opened and closed his mouth, his eyes darting between Gustav and Lukas. Both men wore the same frightening expression of unwavering determination.

But why was he even surprised?

These were Dominion men.

Even if Lucian had legalized half their operations, these men were still deeply rooted in the underground world. One more crime would mean nothing to them if they believed it was for Lucian—for Dominion.

Doctor Wesley sighed heavily before glancing toward the other couch.

Ashley remained seated in the exact same position as before. Unlike Gustav and Lukas, she hadn’t uttered a single word.

Her eyes remained lowered, her body motionless, her expression pale and empty.

He glared at Ashley with murderous fury burning in his eyes. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

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