A Touch of Sweetness
Chapter 442

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 442

The thoughts were enough to make Vivian tear up. She blinked a few times and tried to suppressthe burst of emotion that threatened to overflow. At the same time, she willed herself to be strongfor the sake of her mother. After all, she had yet to replace out what the results were. There was nosense in scaring herself like that.

The minute she arrived, Vivian hurried to see the doctor who had examined her before.

"What news, doctor? Is my bone marrow compatible with my mother's?” Heavens above, I reallyhope that I can save my mother. I have to.

“Have a seat,” said the doctor, who gestured at the chair next to him. “I'll go into details.”

Vivian sat down nervously and eyed the solemn-looking doctor. She had a bad feeling that shecouldn't quite place but fervently hoped that it was not what she feared.

“The results, doctor?” asked Vivian again. She was so nervous she could burst into tears again.

The doctor sighed, took off his glasses, and rubbed the bridge of his nose thoughtfully. “Accordingto the results, your bone marrow does not match. Unfortunately, you are not a suitable donor.”

As the doctor said this, Vivian's heart sank. She felt as if the very wind had been knocked out of herchest and found it difficult to breathe. “What can we do, doctor? Is there any other way to treather?”

“Don’t worry. Your mother is not in danger at the moment.” The doctor did everything they could tocomfort Vivian in the face of uncertainty. “This hospital is affiliated with the Red Cross, and we'vealready submitted a request. Once we replace a suitable donor for her, we'll have her operationarranged in no time at all.”

Vivian nodded at the doctor gratefully. “Thank you, doctor. I appreciate you going through all thetrouble.”

“It's okay, that's what we're here for. However, I would also suggest that your family look into otheravenues privately and seek donors elsewhere. After all, surgeries like this are best attempted assoon as possible.”

Vivian nodded again in understanding. “But doctor, if I may ask, how do I go about doing that? Thisis something I have never attempted before.” Since Vivian had never had to consider something likethis, she had no idea where to start.

"Usually, you can apply for assistance through the local Red Cross, or you can make inquiries at theNational Marrow Bank. Given how the internet is so widely used now, you can also try making anappeal on social media platforms.”

Vivian made a mental note of what she needed to do. “Thank you, doctor. I'll be in touch.”

With that, Vivian bolted out of her seat and prepared to leave. She wanted to start looking for acompatible donor for Rachel as soon as possible. If she was lucky enough in her search, Vivian wasprepared to do whatever it took to ensure that the other party would agree.

"Wait a moment, Ma'am.” The doctor stopped Vivian in her tracks, right before she could leave theoffice.

Vivian turned around to look at the doctor, visibly confused. “Was there something else we had todiscuss?”

“Two more things, to be precise. But I need you to brace yourself.”

"What's the matter? It isn't about my mother, is it?”

“No, it's about you this time.”

“Me?” Vivian did not understand what the doctor meant. “Is something wrong with me?”

The doctor hesitated. A slight hint of discomfort flickered across his face as he fidgeted with hisglasses again. “The results of the examination have shown us not just the incompatibility of yourmarrow, but that your DNA is completely different from that of your mother’s. You are not yourmother’s biological daughter.”

“How is this possible?” Vivian's instinctive reaction was to not believe a word she had just heard.“Surely there must be some kind of mistake? How am I not my mother's biological daughter?”“The results don't lie, Ma'am. I think it's a conversation you should have with your mother.”

Vivian felt a myriad of emotions course through her body, from disbelief to anger, to a pang ofintense sadness. This is impossible. How am I not her daughter? Yet, what if it's true? And if 1 am nother daughter, who the hell am I?

“There is one other thing. You're pregnant.”

'What?” Vivian absent-mindedly reached upwards and stroked her belly. “I'm... pregnant?”