Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 801 - : No Need to Thank – 1
Chapter 801: Chapter 801: No Need to Thank – 1
The next day, Purple Summers followed Old Master Simonson and Caitlin Carter to Kingsley City.
Old Master Simonson, being advanced in years, inevitably suffered from some senior ailments and couldn’t fly, so they opted for the train.
The entire business district of the high-speed train was chartered.
The business district featured a private restroom, bar, cloakroom, and refrigerator, similar to the business class seats of a first-class cabin on a plane. After Ms. Summers and her party entered, the guards stationed themselves at the front and rear doors, with others staying in the rear first-class seating area to prevent passengers from wandering in by mistake.
As soon as Old Master Simonson got on board, he adjusted his seat to lie down and rest.
Caitlin handed a bottle of water to Purple Summers, indicating a gesture of goodwill.
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Purple didn’t refuse, took the bottle, twisted off the cap, and took a sip.
“Ms. Summers, I really can’t thank you enough,” Caitlin said.
“You don’t have to keep thanking me,” Purple replied with a helpless smile. “Even if it were a stranger with leukemia, I would still help.”
Purple had agreed to donate bone marrow, not because she considered filial ties; she would not stand by if someone else’s life depended on her marrow.
Caitlin understood Purple’s meaning and fell silent for a while before speaking again, “No matter what, I still have to thank you!”
Perhaps to Purple, it was a simple decision, but it was crucial for the future of the Simonson family; otherwise, Christopher’s parents would face the tragedy of losing their son in their twilight years, and Caitlin would be widowed in middle age—a disaster comparable to the sky falling.
Old Master Simonson had already fallen asleep, and Purple talked with Caitlin softly, sitting on the other side.
Purple asked, “When did you find out?”
“Last month…” said Caitlin, fighting back her sorrow, “Initially it was just a lack of energy and appetite, followed by persistent low-grade fevers… We thought it was just exhaustion from the election period. Last month, he suddenly fainted and was only then diagnosed with leukemia at the hospital.”
Purple thought to herself that if it happened last month, it wasn’t long after the New Year’s speech that he had fallen ill and been admitted to the hospital. Christopher really had experienced the highs and lows of life.
Caitlin continued, “He had no brothers or sisters, no children of his own. Old Master and Old Mrs. Simonson wanted to donate their marrow, but they are too old, and the doctors wouldn’t allow it. They said even if they did a transplant, it wouldn’t work; their hematopoietic vitality wasn’t sufficient to save Christopher…”
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“Why didn’t you come to find me a month ago?” Purple asked her.
Caitlin’s expression stiffened for a moment, then she looked down and explained, “Back then… we didn’t realize it would be so severe…”
Purple gave a faint smile and didn’t ask any more questions.
However, Caitlin felt a bit uneasy as if Purple had seen through something. She excused herself to the restroom and left.
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In fact, the Simonson family had been rather tumultuous during this time, fraught with constant arguments even during the festive New Year period, filled with sadness and anger.
In extreme grief, people can become bitter and irrational, and even escape from reality.
Old Mrs. Simonson questioned the doctor more than once, “Are you sure you haven’t made a mistake?! How could my son possibly have leukemia? Did you even check properly?”
The diagnosis was confirmed three times over.
When the doctors informed them to start preparing for a bone marrow transplant, they also stated that donors could not be over the age of 55. In the hospital room, Old Mrs. Simonson lashed out at Caitlin: “Why didn’t you have children? If you had had them earlier, my son wouldn’t be in this state! If anything happens to my son, you won’t get off easily either!”
After the scolding, Old Mrs. Simonson broke down in tears again, “Speak up! Why didn’t you have children? Why didn’t you have any children?! I know they’re saying in the news about cord blood, that if you’d had a child, the cord blood would have saved my son!”
