My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston)
Chapter 35

Chapter 35 Kidney Matching

Thinking he might have slept with Hulda last night, Cynthia felt like her heart was being torn apart.

Alston sighed as sensed her indifference to him.

He knew that Cynthia misunderstood him, but he didn't explain much when he thought that the phone might

be monitored. He thought that when everything was settled, he would explain to her, and then the two of

them could really be together.

Alston directly changed the subject, "Did you see your mother's physical examination report?"

Cynthia's attention was instantly diverted.

Before she went to Orleans, she asked the hospital to give her mother a general physical examination. The

physical examination report came out before she could see it.

"What happened to my mother's illness?"

Before Cynthia was 12, her mother never had any serious illness. But she looked pale and felt nauseous all the time since last week. She was often tired and had symptoms of anorexia. Cynthia wondered what she had been through over the last decade..

Cynthia was worried, she didn't want anything to happen to her since they reunited after all the struggle.

"I'll send you the results of the report. Please have a look."

Alston sent the report he just received to Cynthia.

Cynthia read very carefully in case she missed anything.

The results of the previous tests were not particularly healthy, but they were all normal. Until the renal function was seen, Cynthia's pupils suddenly shrank.

Looking at the rows of data different from ordinary people, she couldn't help shaking her fingers. She was completely shocked at the conclusion.

"Late stage renal failure..." Cynthia murmured. She turned to her mother who was still asleep, and her eyes.

were full of disbelief.

Cynthia picked up the phone and rushed directly into the bathroom.

As the call continued, Cynthia's voice began to tremble, "How did this happen? How did my mother get such a

serious illness? Alston, what should I do?"

"I have invited the most professional internist abroad who will arrive this afternoon." Alston tried to comfort. her, but abruptly resisted and maintained a slightly cold and hard voice. Cynthia, who had a medical background, was not relieved at all. She knew better than Alston that there was no cure for her mother's chronic renal failure, even hemodialysis could only ease her pain. Only kidney transplant could save her mother.

Her fingers tightened and her voice was a little hoarse, "I, I want to have a kidney match with my mother."

Alston suddenly stood up from his chair after hearing this. His voice was urgent, "No, Cynthia, you belong to me now, I forbid you from doing that."

Cynthia didn't feel the hidden uneasiness and worry, because he was too commanding.

After her idea was directly rejected, she felt angry, "Alston, you made me a substitute of Hulda and didn't want divorce, these are fine with me. I owe you for saving my mother. I'll be your Mrs. Smith and do whatever you want except for this time, please respect my decision."

Alston clenched his fist and lowered his eyes while listening to her angry words. He then replied coldly. "You can't be Mrs. Smith with only one kidney, Cynthia. If you do that procedure, you will never be able to stay in the Smith family, no hospitals in Fort will ever take your mother."

If he didn't severely suppress her idea, Cynthia could definitely have the operation without telling him, because she was too stubborn.

Cynthia stepped back and leaned against the wall at a loss.

That's my mother we are talking about, Alston. I don't want her to die in pain and desperation, I must do something. Alston, I beg you to help her. I can live with one kidney."

"Not the same!" Alston interrupted her.

"Although doctors often say that one kidney will keep you healthy, it's never the same compared with two normal kidneys."

"If Cynthia donates a kidney, her life will be very hard in the future. She can't stay up late, her health will be seriously affected."

As selfish and cold-blooded as he might be, he just wanted Cynthia to be healthy, which was more important

to him than anything.

Even her own mother's life didn't matter.

"Doctor Carter will arrive in the afternoon, he will have a treatment plan. I will also contact the hospitals here to pay attention to the appropriate kidney sources."

Alston made a decision directly. Before hanging up the phone, he threatened Cynthia, "I will contact all the hospitals in Fort. Without my permission, none of them will admit you to the operation room. You'd better put this idea away."

After he hang up the phone, Cynthia finally couldn't stand it any more. Her body slid down the wall, her head buried in her knee, and tears kept flowing downwards.

She didn't want to wake her mother, so she bit her lower lip tightly and whimpered.

She stayed in the bathroom for a long time, rubbing her red eyes after crying with a cold towel. Then she smiled and went out, as if nothing had happened. With her mother's illness in mind, and she was absent-minded all morning. Doctor Carter finally came to the

hospital in the afternoon, she then hurriedly went to the office.

After knocking on the door, a warm voice came from inside, "Come in."

It sounded familiar to Cynthia, she pushed the door and went in. It was a gentleman sitting in front of the

desk.

"Dylan?"