Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 800 - Leukemia_1
Chapter 800: Chapter 800 Leukemia_1
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Christopher Simonson is sick?
Purple Summers widened her eyes in surprise.
If it were just a common illness, it certainly wouldn’t have brought the over seventy-year-old elder all the way from Kingsley to Clearwater.
By her side, Caitlin Carter choked up and said, “It’s leukemia, the doctors told us to prepare for a bone marrow transplant treatment, but… there’s been no suitable match found in the bone marrow bank, Ms. Summers, I know it’s not fair to you, and we have no right to ask this of you, but… but I beg you, please save him!”
Purple Summers was stunned, then turned to look at Alexander Summers and Atra Blanc.
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Alexander’s expression was indifferent; Atra’s face showed pity.
Christopher Simonson had just turned forty. Forty for most people is considered middle-aged and a time to settle down, but for a cabinet official, for a newly inaugurated president, it is undoubtedly a young age to be!
At an age when he had just started to realize his grand ambitions, to be struck down by this misfortune was nothing if not cruel.
Old Master Simonson pondered for a moment and said, “No matter what decision you make, we will respect it, without the slightest coercion.”
“Dad!” Caitlin raised her voice a bit.
But Old Master Simonson gestured for her not to say any more.
Caitlin looked anxiously at Purple Summers, her ten fingers tightly entwined, turning white from the strain. She feared Purple Summers would say “no.”
It was Atra who, unable to bear it, said to Purple Summers, “I’ve asked, they will arrange the best hospital for the surgery, minimizing the risks… after all, he is your biological father…”
Purple Summers’s expression, which had initially been one of surprise, returned to calm. She asked, “When do we leave?”
As her words fell, a wave of relief washed over everyone in the room.
Even the towering Old Master Simonson’s forehead relaxed a bit.
“Ms. Summers! Thank you! Thank you!” Caitlin exclaimed through her tears, relieved, “Don’t worry, donating bone marrow won’t cause any long-term harm to your body, we will get you the best nutritionist and nurse, our whole family will be forever grateful to you!”
The old master was also moved, but much more composed and restrained than Caitlin, “If possible, we’ll leave tomorrow, have a medical examination the next day, and then wait for the doctors to schedule the bone marrow transplant surgery.”
Purple Summers had no objections and nodded in agreement.
This outcome was a pleasing one for everyone; Old Master Simonson and Caitlin said their goodbyes and arranged to pick up Purple Summers the next morning.
The bodyguards from inside and outside the house also withdrew.
Afterward, Purple Summers asked Alexander only to discover that those bodyguards were really undercover guards. Old Master Simonson was Huaya’s Army Chief of Staff, a five-star general, and a theater commander. Although he had retired, he still held the important position of Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. The empire took special care in protecting such a veteran general.
Purple Summers felt a touch of awe: The Simonson Family truly lived up to its reputation as a renowned military and political dynasty. Compared to them, wasn’t the Summers Family just a wealthy household with a bit of idle money?
That night, Purple Summers packed her baggage for Kingsley in her room.
The climate there was colder than Clearwater, so she primarily packed warm clothes, along with other miscellaneous items like her phone charger.
Purple Summers was checking her suitcase to make sure nothing was missed when she got up and caught a glimpse of Alexander sitting on the bed, his eyes deeply fixed on her.
“What’s the matter?” Purple Summers asked him, “Worried about my background being dug up by reporters again? Don’t worry, didn’t they say this entire bone marrow donation process is highly confidential? Even if it gets out, the public will just think Christopher Simonson got lucky and found a suitable match in the bone marrow bank.”
Alexander pulled her between his legs and held Purple Summers’s hands, asking, “Is your baggage ready?”
“Almost…” Purple Summers was uncertain, “I might have to check it over again.”
“It’s okay if you forget anything else, just don’t lose this.” Alexander said softly, his voice unhurried as he caressed the ring on her finger.
