Want My Womb? I'll Make You Childless novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129

Hearing Alex Lee’s words, Ryan glanced at Clara trianghaarly

“So you’re saying there’s a possibility of a march even with non–relarine sem cells

“Theoretically, that possibility exists, but the compatibility would need to be above ninety percent, and the risk of rejection is for higher than with a transplant from a blood relative”

“More importantly, the odds of finding such a match are lower than winning the lonery, practically seen”

Hanging up the phone, Ryan looked at Clara “See I told you there were other options.”

“But…

Clara’s face was etched with worry-

“No buts.”

Ryan cut her off.“Professor Lee said there’s a chance a non–relative donor could matin. I can have Kevgini÷ bone marrow registries in the country.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure well find a suitable donor SOCI

Clara watched Ryan’s forced optimism, her heart sinking further

Professor Lee had also said on the phone that the probability was practically zero.

And even if they found a matching donoz, the risk of rejection would be extremely

Seeing the worry on Clara’s face as she looked at him. Ryan fought the urge to kiss her, resting his dinghy on the top of her head and

rocking her gently.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find someone. I don’t want you making a pointless sacrifice.”

Clara, seeing his stubborn expression, felt a mix of anger and tenderness. She reached up and cupped Ryan’s face, forcing him to look

at her.

“A pointless sacrifice?”

“Ryan, for your life, this isn’t a sacrifice at all. It’s my willing choice.”

“I like you, not on a whim, not out of guilt, but because I truly want to spend the rest of my life with you”

“Even if I didn’t have this illness, I’d still want to marry you and have a child with you.”

“We can do genetic screening beforehand, and if we find any genetic issues with the baby, then…

Clara paused, then gritted her teeth and said, “Then we’ll terminate the pregnancy and I’ll try again after I recover.”

Hearing those words, Ryan’s heart clenched as if something had gripped it tightly. A mix of bitterness and gratitude welled up inside him, leaving him almost speechless.

He knew Clara’s personality–once she made up her mind about something, she would never give up easily.

But he couldn’t bear to watch her sacrifice her own body to save him.

“Give me a month. If we can’t find a matching stem cell donor within a month, then we’ll discuss other options, okay?”

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Clara looked into his eyes, seeing the struggle and determination within them, and the pain she felt from her recent decision gradually subsided.

She knew that this was the biggest concession he could make.

“Okay.”

“But you have to promise me that you

won’t hide any information from me, no matter how good or bad the results are.”

This was the biggest concession she could make as well.

A month would be enough time for her to sort things out with Ethan Carter.

“Okay.”

Ryan felt a warmth spread through his heart, and he nodded firmly.“I promise you.”

He reached out, gently brushing away the wetness from the corner of her eye, the warmth of his fingertip sending a shiver through

Clara.

Sunlight streamed through the French windows, falling on their clasped hands, as if coating them in a warm halo.

That afternoon, Kevin hurried to the largest bone marrow registry in the country with Ryan’s detailed medical records.

Ryan, meanwhile, lay in his hospital bed, endlessly refreshing the contact group on his phone.

Each time a message notification sounded, Clara, who was sitting on the sofa nearby, working on the follow–up process for Blade, would glance over.

Noticing her frequent glances, Ryan reluctantly put down his phone and looked over at her, teasing, “What’s wrong? Is Blade acting

up?”

“I didn’t think there was a bug out there that even a genius like couldn’t solve.”

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Seeing his unserious demeanor, Clara glared at him, annoyed.

She hadn’t expected Ryan to be so shameless in front of her after they’d become a couple.

“How are things going? Have they found a suitable bone marrow match?”

Ryan glanced at the message Kevin had sent on his phone.“The initial screening is complete, and they haven’t found any suitable candidates. I’ve already contacted three other authoritative institutions and will start simultaneous screening tomorrow.”

“It’s not going to be that fast.”

He tamped down the anxiety in his heart.“If this institution doesn’t work out, we can always contact others. If we can’t find a match domestically, we can look abroad.”

“I’m not going to die anytime soon, so we have plenty of time.”

“Don’t say that. You’re not going to die.”

Clara glared at Ryan.“No matter what, I’ll be here with you.”

“Okay.”

Ryan’s heart warmed, and he responded softly.

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As the night deepened, the hospital room fell silent.

Clara was asleep by the side of his bed, her brow slightly furrowed, as if her dreams were filled with unsolvable worries.

Ryan gazed at her face and the dark circles under her eyes, his heart heavy with sadness.

She had barely rested these past few days, taking care of him and dealing with Diane’s case.

Clara’s words from earlier that day echoed in his ears.

He knew what Clara meant, but he didn’t want to gamble with her health to save his own.

He reached out and gently smoothed the lines on her forehead, his touch as tender as if he were handling a priceless treasure.

“Clara, I’m sorry.”

“I will find a matching stem cell donor. I will get better.”

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Meanwhile, at the Bennett family mansion, the atmosphere was heavy and suffocating.

Richard Bennett sat on the mahogany sofa in the center of the living room, his face so dark it seemed to drip with gloom. The teapot in his hand creaked ominously as he gripped it, his knuckles bone–white, clearly at the end of his rope.

He slammed the teacup onto the coffee table with a muffled thud, the force causing tea to splash out, staining the expensive rug with a

dark blotch.

“Victor, what’s the word from Clara?”

“It’s been days. Has she agreed to drop the charges or what? Why haven’t I heard back?”

His voice was laced with suppressed fury, his tone icy, his gaze sharp as he fixed it on Victor Bennett standing nearby. He was clearly losing patience.

Victor stood his ground, posture ramrod straight, though he couldn’t quite mask the conflicted emotions playing across his face. Days had passed without a word from Clara, and he knew his suspicions were correct. There was no way she would drop the case.

His mother’s death was her deepest wound, a scar that years hadn’t faded. Diane Bennett was the murderer, how could Clara ever let her

off the hook?

Dropping the charges? A pipe dream.

But he couldn’t bring himself to tell Richard the truth. He knew his father too well; once Richard knew that Clara was adamant about not dropping the charges, he would undoubtedly resort to all sorts of methods to coerce her. When that happened, it would only lead to a complete breakdown of the relationship between father and daughter, brother and sister.

Clara had already suffered enough over the years. As her brother, he felt nothing but guilt for not being able to protect her, and he couldn’t bear to see her endure her father’s coercion any further.

Let it be…his way of compensating Clara.

As for the Bennett Group, he had contacted many classmates from his college days and the connections he had accumulated over the years. He had thought of many ways to help Bennett Group overcome this hurdle, and he would never allow his father to use Clara’s compromise to secure the stability of the group.

“Dad, Clara said she needs time to consider it and asked us not to pressure her.”

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Victor lowered his head, staring at the dark stain on the carpet, not daring to look at Richard.

Richard snorted coldly, clearly dissatisfied with this answer, his anger even more intense.“Consider?”

“How long does she need to consider?”

“Until Diane confesses everything and this whole thing blows up, until the Bennett Group goes bankrupt and is liquidared

Richard stood up and walked over to Victor, his eyes fixed on him with an icy glare.“Did you talk to her about it?

Victor felt his scalp tighten under his father’s gaze, and he remained silent.

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Seeing Victor’s reaction, Richard understood everything. He sighed, his voice filled with earnestness.“Victor, I know you feel sorry for her, but don’t you think I do too?”

“But this matter concerns the very survival of the Bennett Group. If word gets out that Diane killed Linda, we’ll lose all chances of working on Blade.”

Victor’s eyes twitched involuntarily. Of course, he knew what was at stake, but he still couldn’t bring himself to pressure Clara.

“Dad, just give Clara a little more time, please. I’ll talk to her again.”

He raised his head, meeting his father’s gaze.“Maybe after some time, when her emotions have settled down, she’ll change her mind.” Richard stared at him, his expression a complex mix of anger and a hint of barely perceptible helplessness.

He knew Victor’s personality. He seemed gentle, but in reality, he was more stubborn than anyone. Once he made up his mind about something, it was hard to change it.

After a long silence, Richard finally spoke, his voice measured.“Fine, I’ll give her one more week. If she still refuses to drop the charges after a week, then don’t blame me for what happens next.”

His voice was icy, seemingly agreeing with Victor, but it was clear he had already prepared for the worst.

Victor felt a knot in his stomach but could only nod,“Okay.”

After seeing his father off, Victor returned to his room, closing the door behind him to shut out the oppressive atmosphere and commotion outside.

He went to his desk, turned on his computer, and pulled up Diane Bennett’s file, including all her bank statements, call logs, and collaboration documents from recent years.

After reviewing the evidence at the police station that day, something just didn’t sit right with him.

Even if Diane didn’t want his father and mother to remarry, it was hard to believe she would risk so much by tampering with Anthony Parker’s truck, resulting in his mother’s death.

Coupled with Richard’s attitude toward the matter, it made Victor suspect that what happened back then was not as simple as it seemed

on the surface.

Diane, while greedy and ruthless, was merely his father’s mistress at the time, with no power or influence. Where would she have gotten the connections and courage to orchestrate such a premeditated murder?

Unless, she had an accomplice, someone backing her up, providing her with resources and protection.

And that person was likely within the Bennett family, or even… someone close to him.

Once the thought took root, it spread through his mind like a vine, sending a shiver down his spine.

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He had to uncover the truth, not only to give his mother justice but also to protect Clara.

He couldn’t let Clara unknowingly walk into danger again; he couldn’t let his mother’s tragedy repeat itself.

He stared at the dense text and data on the computer screen, his gaze sharpening as his fingers flew across the keyboard, meticulously searching for any suspicious clues.

As night deepened, an oppressive atmosphere settled over the Bennett family’s Old Estate.

The light in Victor’s room remained on, a tiny beacon in the darkness, stubbornly pursuing the truth.

Meanwhile, in a luxury apartment in a city center in a foreign country overseas…

Olivia was curled up on the leather sofa in the living room, her face as pale as death, her lips cracked, hugging her knees tightly to her chest, shrinking into herself, her body trembling slightly.

The screen of her phone illuminated her face, displaying a text message from an unknown number. A single sentence, yet it struck her heart with the force of a sledgehammer.

“Diane Bennett has been arrested, confessed to everything, including hiring a hitman. She likely faces a lengthy prison sentence.” Those few words plunged her into an icy abyss, as if every drop of blood in her body had instantly frozen solid.

How could this be happening?

When Diane sent her abroad, she had sworn with such confidence that she had powerful people backing her. Even if something went wrong, she’d be protected. How could she have been arrested so quickly and confessed to everything?

She vividly recalled the man named Mr. Clark who had apprehended Anthony Parker. His movements were precise and efficient, clearly a well–trained enforcer, and definitely not someone from the Bennett family.

This meant that Diane had indeed had other powerful forces supporting her, beyond the Bennetts.

But why hadn’t those people shown up until now?

Why hadn’t they intervened to save Diane?

Had they already abandoned her?

What about her?

Panic surged through her like a tidal wave, threatening to drown her completely.

Olivia knew all too well that her current life–the luxury apartment, designer clothes, chauffeured cars, and a life of utter ease-

wasn’t just because she was Richard Bennett’s daughter, but largely due to Diane’s schemes and support.

Diane was the bedrock of her position in the Bennett family, the support system that sustained her lifestyle.

And now, Diane was in trouble; her backing had collapsed.

What scared her even more was the obvious shift in attitude from Richard and Victor Bennett.

In the past, if something this major had happened, even if Victor was swamped, he would have called immediately to comfort her and ask how she was doing.

But this time, so many days had passed, and she hadn’t received a call from Victor, not even a text of concern.

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Even the news of Diane’s arrest had come from this unknown number; neither Richard nor Victor had bothered to tell her.

What did that mean?

It meant that within the Bennett family, she had completely lost her value and was utterly abandoned.

She had grown accustomed to a life of luxury over the years, and the mere thought of returning to the days when she first arrived at the Bennett household, a time of dependence and constant awareness of others‘ moods, sent shivers down her spine.

She refused to go back to that kind of life!

With that thought, Olivia shuddered.“I need to find a way to go back home.”

At the very least, she needed to gauge where she stood with the Bennetts.

But back in the States, besides the Bennett family, she had no one else to rely on.

If she returned, and their attitude confirmed her fears, what would she do?

A flicker of hesitation crossed Olivia’s eyes, quickly replaced by a steely resolve.

It was all Clara’s fault!

If she hadn’t meddled, Diane wouldn’t have been arrested, and she wouldn’t be in this isolated, helpless situation! Outside, the night was deep, the city’s neon lights flickered, yet they couldn’t penetrate the darkness in her heart.

Unable to sit still any longer, she rose and began pacing back and forth in the small apartment.

Just then, a knock on the door shattered the silence within.

Olivia stopped, glanced at the clock on the wall, and a glimmer of hope sparked in her eyes.

Who could it be at this hour?

Was it the Bennett men finally remembering her and sending someone to check on her?

Or someone Diane Bennett had arranged?

Or perhaps the police suspected her and were here to take her back for investigation?

The thought made Olivia’s face pale.

Hesitantly, the knocking came again, louder this time.

“Ms. Bennett, I know you’re in there.”

A deep, magnetic voice echoed through the door, clear and distinct.

“I’m an old friend of your mother’s. I came to see you because I know your mother is in trouble back home, and I’m here to help.” Olivia’s heart leaped into her throat. She didn’t know who this person was, or whether she should open the door.

But what he said ignited a spark of hope within her. She took a deep breath, walked to the door with trembling legs, and peered through the peephole.

A middle–aged man stood outside, around his mid–forties, dressed in a tailored, high–end suit. He had a straight posture and an aura of authority that came from being in a high position for a long time.

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Behind him stood two tall bodyguards in black suits, expressionless, standing on either side.

Olivia’s eyes were filled with confusion. She had never seen this man before, and she didn’t know why he would seek her out.

Who. who are you?”

Her voice trembled as she asked through the door.

A fainn curve appeared at the corners of the middle–aged man’s mouth as he looked up, his deep eyes revealing composure.

“Open the door. I know the predicament you’re in, and I can help you return home. I can even… solve all your problems.”

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