Skeletons Of The Marital Closet novel Chapter 640

Chapter 640
“We are already looking for a matching donor in the bone marrow bank. You just need to wait for the news,” the doctor said.
“How long will it take?”

“If all goes well, it will probably be about half a month.”
“Is it not going well?” The doctor hesitated for a few seconds before replying, “The success rate of bone marrow matching is usually one in a few million… the
probability is very low. Whether there is a match is one thing. If there is a match, rejection may also occur.”
“Rejection?”

“Yes, but if it is a family member’s bone marrow match, the possibility of rejection is
much lower.”
Gale understood the most important parts of it.
Now… it depended on whether Shawn’s bone marrow could match.
“It’s okay, just be positive. There are so many volunteers now. Maybe, there will be
matched soon!”
Gale forced a smile and said, “I hope so.”
In Sea City.
Inside Temperley Hall.

Shawn sat in front of the desk, the faint blue light of the computer reflected on his
face.
“Have you found Molly?”
“Mr. Wood…” The voice on the other end of the phone faltered.
“Tell me!”
“Not yet. Molly is using a pseudonym, and she doesn’t have a photo. I haven’t found her name in various systems in the small town.”
Shawn frowned deeply.
Could an ordinary person hide her identity so well?
Even his subordinates could not find her!
Molly… seemed very strange!

Shawn’s curiosity about her deepened.
It had been a long time since he had met someone who wanted him to work this
hard. Now that he has started to investigate, no matter how deep she hid, he would
still find her!
No one could hide from his eyes!
Shawn gave an order, “Continue. Only come to me when you have found her!”
“Mr. Wood, it’s just… no one knew who she was? Unless…”
Shawn narrowed his eyes deeply.
Molly never used her identity information from the beginning to the end.
She used someone else’s.
Only then could she hide so well!
“Mr. Wood, we will try our best to speed up and let you know as soon as we have news!”
“The sooner, the better!”
Shawn put down his phone and leaned back in his chair.
He furrowed his eyebrows.
It was the first time he went to that small town, but there were two people… he could not forget.
One was Molly.
The other was Joshua.

He had not seen the little rascal for a few days, but his strange appearance was deeply engraved in Shawn’s mind.
He worried whether other children would bully him.
He was curious whether his wounds were recovering.
Shawn found it very strange that he was thinking about a three-year-old boy who had only met twice.