And even if Leon Battleson didn’t say it, Riley Thompson knew it very clearly in her heart.
With a face like hers, wherever she went, she was noticed.
"Just listen to my arrangents for what you need to do next, alright?"
Leon Battleson wrapped the coat draped over his shoulders and stood up from the chair.
Riley struggled to stand up from the floor; her knees were a bit numb from kneeling, making her movents sowhat unsteady.
Seeing the red marks on Riley’s knees, Leon Battleson slightly frowned, unnoticed.
However, he quickly withdrew his gaze and turned to leave the room.
The door shut again as if closing everything off from the outside.
Riley let out a long sigh of relief, then walked to her bed, carefully reaching under the bedside table. After so fumbling, she pulled out a voice recorder.
Stopping the recording, Riley swallowed nervously.
Then, Riley put the voice recorder back under the bedside table. After confirming everything was in place, she turned over and lay on the bed, realizing her hands and feet were cold as ice.
She reached to touch her neck, where it seed to still bear the imprints of Leon Battleson’s fingers. Finally, Riley’s hands clutched tightly, a trace of determination flashing in her eyes.
Whether it’s Leon Battleson or Charlotte Thompson, one day she would get rid of these obstacles and stand openly beside Justin Battleson.
He should belong only to her!
...
Early the next morning, while having breakfast, Charlotte Thompson received a call from Vincent.
"You found a matching donor, really?"
Charlotte’s voice couldn’t hide her excitent. If she hadn’t moved away from the table, she would have already attracted the kids’ attention.
"I just heard so news from the hospital. You might need to bring Grace to the hospital in a few days to get her blood tested to see if it’s truly a match."
Vincent spoke patiently to Charlotte, but his words were enough to stir excitent in Charlotte’s heart.
The search for a heart match for Grace had gone on for so long, and finally, Charlotte received good news.
"Okay, just contact when you know the exact timing," Charlotte said softly, "Thank you, Vincent."
"No need for thanks. Apart from being a doctor’s duty, I’ll do my best for anything concerning you."
There was a hint of amusent in Vincent’s voice. Imrsed in the joy of her daughter’s impending rescue, Charlotte didn’t notice the subtle undertone in Vincent’s words.
After inquiring about so other matters with Vincent, Charlotte then hung up the phone.
She clenched her palms, realizing a thin layer of sweat had ford at so point.
When Charlotte turned back to the dining table, Justin Battleson, who was watching her, noticed the subtle change in her deanor.
"I just received a call from Vincent. He said the hospital seems to have found a heart that matches with Grace."
Charlotte couldn’t help but smile.
But just as Charlotte finished speaking, there was a sound from the table, like sothing had dropped onto a plate.
Charlotte was about to look over when Jack Thompson swiftly ca forward and eagerly asked, "Mom, is it true? A heart that matches Grace has been found?"
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