Chapter 803: Chapter 803: Waves_1
Who did you go to Clearwater to ask for? Everyone in their hearts had an answer.
Yet, previously Purple Sumrs had proudly announced that she was not a child of the Simonson Family, evidently intending to sever ties.
For so many years, the Simonson family had ignored her completely, and now the first thing they do is ask her to donate bone marrow. Whoever went would feel sha.
However, their son’s life was far more important than any loss of face.
The Old Master was already in his seventies and had only that one son. If he were really gone, the old man would have little else to care for in his remaining days.
Christopher, having heard this, remained silent and did not object.
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Now was not the ti to consider pride but the matter of life and death. He wanted to live as well.
With that decided, when Old Master Simonson and Old Mrs. Simonson returned ho, Violet Nelson heard the news, and it caused a stir.
“What if she refuses?” Violet spoke up during dinner that evening.
Her words dropped like a stone into the lake of their hearts, with a thud, and then different ripples spread out from each person.
Seeing everyone’s solemn expressions, Violet, her voice low, explained: “I… I don’t an anything by it, just that, she has been outside for so many years. If she holds a grudge against Uncle, and we ask for her help, might she take the opportunity to mock us?… It pains to see Grandfather-in-law at such an old age…”
At the dinner table, both Old Mrs. Simonson and Old Master Simonson stopped their chopsticks.
Violet’s words were precisely what they were most worried about—what exactly was Purple Sumrs’ attitude towards the Simonson family?… Did she consider Christopher a heartless man who abandoned his wife and daughter, and now that he was terminally ill, that it was his just deserts?
If that were true, Old Master Simonson’s trip would be nothing but humiliation.
“Not likely…” Caitlin Carter spoke softly. “I don’t think Ms. Sumrs is that kind of person…”
“What kind of person is she, do you understand?” Old Mrs. Simonson glanced at her coldly. “How many tis have you t her? Do you know what she’s really like?”
Caitlin lowered her head, not wanting to anger the old lady again.
“It’s different now, the blood bank has a full stock, and the success rate for matching is high.” Violet wanted to continue persuading without being too obvious, she smiled awkwardly, “I also want Uncle to get better soon, but I feel we shouldn’t pin all our hopes on Ms. Sumrs. We should try every possible thod…”
“Violet is right, we really shouldn’t place all our hope on her,” said Old Mrs. Simonson, her eyes gloomy as she spoke coldly, “Besides, whether that girl is actually Christopher’s child has always been undetermined. They brought their whole family photo on the show, and from the pictures, it doesn’t seem fake. If we got it wrong, wouldn’t that be a false celebration?”
This indeed was a problem.
Without a paternity test, they could not be one hundred percent certain that Purple Sumrs was Christopher’s daughter.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was heavy; after a long ti, Old Master Simonson said: “Let’s wait for the news from the blood bank. If it really doesn’t work out, I’ll make a trip to Clearwater. Whether she is or isn’t, we can only know after we go.”
With the old master having spoken, no one else had any objections.
However, in the nearly one month that followed, the blood bank couldn’t find a suitable match.
These things were unpredictable; so patients found a suitable match just a few days after being admitted, while others never found one until their death.
Old Master Simonson didn’t dare gamble with his son’s life and imdiately set off for Clearwater.
And because Caitlin Carter had had interactions with Purple Sumrs before, and given the old master’s advanced age and need for soone to look after him, Caitlin also accompanied him on the journey.
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When the train arrived at the station, it was just two in the afternoon.
Purple Sumrs stepped off the train, and a gust of wind prompted her to subconsciously tighten her scarf. Compared to Clearwater, the air in Kingsley was less gentle and more biting.
The bodyguard ca to help Purple Sumrs with her luggage, but she did not let go.
Carrying her own suitcase, she looked toward Old Master Simonson and Caitlin Carter: “Since I am here to donate bone marrow, I can make any requests of you, right?”
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