The IVF Secret That Shook a Dynasty novel Chapter 341

“We don’t have to rush too much,” Joseph said, seeing the worry on her face. “I spoke with Dr. Warren. With the current treatments, even if we can’t find a cure for Chaim right away, we can manage his condition for another two or three years.”

“I know, but there’s a difference between just being alive and having a good quality of life.”

As a mother watching her young child battle a serious illness, her anguish was immeasurable. “Besides, Chaim is so young. Long-term chemotherapy will affect his development. I’m afraid that if this drags on, we might cure the leukemia only to find that his body has been damaged in other ways.”

Joseph’s expression grew somber. “That’s a valid concern. The sooner we can do the transplant, the better. But without a successful match, all we can do is wait,” he said, his voice low.

A heavy silence fell between them.

Vivica didn’t speak, but a thought crossed her mind: Why was he only his uncle? If only he were his biological father. If that were the case, the child they had together would have a much higher chance of being a match.

They took the elevator down and walked out of the inpatient wing. As they were about to cross the small garden, a sharp voice cut through the evening crowd.

“Vivica!”

Startled, they both spun around. A figure was pushing aggressively through the people, heading straight for them.

As the person drew closer, Vivica’s eyes widened in disbelief. It was Evelyn.

“What is she doing at the hospital?” she breathed. She had just tried calling, only to run into her moments later.

Evelyn was wearing a black puffer jacket and her hair was carelessly tied back. She was limping.

When she finally reached them, they could see that her face was bruised.

It was dinner time, and people were coming and going from the hospital entrance. The air was cold.

Vivica studied her adoptive mother’s pitiful state and felt an unwelcome pang of sorrow. No matter what, she had raised her. If her biological parents had abandoned her and she hadn't ended up with the Lynn family, she might have died somewhere or been sold by traffickers to a remote village. In comparison, growing up with the Lynns and receiving a full college education was, in a way, incredibly lucky.

“Let’s find somewhere to eat. I have something to discuss with you anyway,” Vivica said, turning to walk away.

Evelyn’s leg seemed to be injured, making it difficult for her to keep up. She hobbled behind, craning her neck. “You want to talk to me? Since when? What could you possibly want from me?”

Vivica didn’t even look back. “We’ll talk in a minute.”

Evelyn followed, her face a mask of resentment. “I’m looking for you, too! I raised you, after all. So what if I favored your brother? At least I never let you starve! Now you’ve hit the jackpot, finding a richer man after your divorce. Even a little bit of what you have would be enough for us to live on, but you’re just so heartless and cruel.”