Chapter 627
“Gabriella!” Calvin stepped forward, looking very anxious.
“No worries, I’m probably having low blood sugar.”
Calvin quickly pulled out a piece of candy from his pocket.
Rosalynn took it, unwrapped it, and popped it into her mouth: “Did you find out about Wayne’s condition?”
Mentioning this, Calvin got angry.
A while ago, he was getting along pretty well with Wayne and his bodyguards.
But now, those bodyguards were all messing around in front of him.
When Wayne vomited blood yesterday,
they were obviously on the scene, but now they’re all pretending they didn’t see it.
“I couldn’t get any information out of Wayne’s people, their mouths are sealed tight like they’re glued shut.” Calvin replied, dismayed. “I thought Wayne would drop dead from all that vomiting blood, but surprisingly, he came back today looking like nothing ever happened, just to annoy us.”
“Vomiting blood like that wouldn’t have killed him normally, so don’t bother dreaming about it,” Rosalynn recovered and stood up. “Hilaria will be here soon, why don’t you go downstairs and wait?”
“Alright.”
Rosalynn walked back to the door of the ward, took a deep breath, maintaining her gentle and dignified demeanor, and entered the room.
Ivy had already started painting.
Waynie sat beside her, following her orders, and helped her arrange the paint.
President Silverman, who was known for his decisiveness, seemed a bit clumsy.
“Did Mommy eat already?” Ivy asked Rosalynn.
“Yeah!” Rosalynn nodded and patted her belly, “I had a good meal.”
“Cory said he’s tired and went to rest. We will talk quietly, so we won’t disturb him.” Ivy seemed to be trying hard to make her mom think better of her uncle.
“Ivy, you’re already such a good girl,” Wayne said, his voice trembling.
Ever since her brother got sick, Ivy’s emotions had been somewhat unstable.
One moment she was happy, and the next she’d quickly spiral down if she thought of something.
In the ward,
Cory wasn’t actually asleep.
Today he officially started taking the medication, and the side effects were quite strong.
Cory was good at enduring, but he was still a child, unable to completely hide the discomfort on his face.
“Cory, would you like a hug from Mommy?” Rosalynn held Cory’s hand and asked gently.
Cory was a child who rarely asked for hugs.
But now, he nodded
Rosalynn picked up Cory and patted his back gently: ‘Let’s endure this a little longer. Once we find a bone marrow donor and complete the transplant surgery, everything will get better”
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