Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 939

Vincent's frustration boiled over. “A kidney transplant? You make it sound so easy. Whose kidney are we talking about? Yours?”

Back when the Rogers family was in power, Yolanda could get any kidney she wanted. But now, with the Rogers family gone and the Walkers under intense scrutiny, it was pure fantasy for Mrs. Walker and Yolanda to still be thinking this way.

“I had surgery for kidney stones. How could I give a kidney to Yolanda?” Mrs. Walker said.

She and Yolanda shared the same blood type, but Mrs. Walker had undergone surgery for kidney stones in her youth, making donation impossible. Besides, with the Rogers family’s support back then, her kidney had never been needed.

“Then whose do you want? You’ve been running around to every hospital. Have you found a suitable one?” Vincent asked with a sneer.

Mrs. Walker had been searching every hospital for a suitable donor for Yolanda, but she'd had no luck.

Istra was a sprawling metropolis, and people were dying in hospitals every day. But Yolanda had a rare blood type, and not many people shared it. Even if she found someone, a successful match wasn't guaranteed. And then there were stubborn families like that of the woman who had just given birth, who simply refused to cooperate.

“I… I did find a suitable one,” Mrs. Walker said in a low voice.

Vincent was clearly stunned. Had she really just stumbled upon a match by pure, dumb luck?

“Since you’ve found one, go and negotiate with the family. Offer them more money, and don't leave any loose ends for someone to use against us,” Vincent said.

Mrs. Walker’s lips moved, but she hesitated, looking like she wanted to say something more.

Seeing her expression, Vincent immediately understood. “The donor you found… they’re not dead, are they?”

“She’s a pregnant woman, twenty weeks along. But she has a heart condition. Maybe something will… happen during childbirth…”

“Shut your mouth!” Vincent cut her off sharply before she could finish.

No sooner had Vincent left than the sound of things smashing came from the upstairs bedroom again.

Mrs. Walker rushed upstairs and into the bedroom to find that Yolanda had once again destroyed everything in the room. Even her favorite figurines and dolls were smashed and cut to pieces, littering the floor in a sea of debris.

Yolanda was slumped amidst the wreckage, screaming and roaring hysterically.

“What is it with Yolanda now?” Mrs. Walker asked, her head throbbing.

“Miss… Miss Yolanda, she’s only passed urine once all day,” the maid said, her voice trembling.

With her declining kidney function, urination was becoming increasingly difficult for Yolanda, and the swelling in her body was getting worse. If her condition wasn't controlled, she would soon need dialysis to survive.

But Yolanda refused to follow any conventional treatment plan; she was dead set on getting another transplant.