Chapter 336 Successful Match
Zoey handed over a check for $1.5 million.
The head honcho of the place was floored. His whole demeanor shifted, and he ushered Zoey into the VIP room. Zoey pulled out a blood sample and slid it over to him.
The head took it, looking all cautious.
With that kind of money, he took care of it personally. So, in less than two hours, just as the sun was coming up, Zoey had the results. She didn't dare peek at them and headed straight outside, opening the door of a sleek black car.
Oliver was in the back, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, but he wasn't smoking it.
In the dim light, his white shirt and neat hair made him look sharp and handsome.
Zoey got in and handed him the document. "The results are out. I haven't looked at them yet."
Oliver took it but immediately pushed it back to Zoey. He leaned back in the leather seat, biting his fist. "You look for me."
Zoey lowered her eyes, slowly opened the document, and quickly scanned it.
After a moment, Zoey's face softened with relief. She spoke softly, "It's a match! Mr. Windsor, you and Mrs. Windsor are a match."
Oliver still leaned back, not saying a word, but there was a faint glimmer of tears in his eyes.
After a while, he smiled faintly. "I told you, she and I are meant to be. If my liver isn't suitable for her, whose would be?"
His voice wavered a bit at the end.
He told Zoey, "I want to take Sarah to Vesper City."
Zoey was taken aback. "Ms. Windsor won't agree to that."
Oliver turned his head, looking into the distance, and said softly, "Grace spoils Sarah too much. Sarah doesn't want to live, and Grace is too soft-hearted; she might really let her go."
But he didn't want Sarah to die. He wanted her to stay with him. She had just mentioned wanting to go to school.
So, they would go to Vesper City. Once Sarah got better, he would let her continue her studies— whatever she wanted—as long as she was happy.
Oliver returned to the hospital as dawn was breaking.
Sarah was half-awake. Oliver pushed open the door to her room and slowly walked to her side, sitting down. When he held her hand, she was startled.
Oliver told her not to be afraid and whispered, "Sarah, be good and live well, okay? If you need a liver transplant, I'll give you my liver. If you need a kidney transplant, I'll give you my kidney. I'm willing to give you anything. Sarah, do you remember how gently you used to call me? Can you call me that one more time?"
Sarah's hands were cold as ice. She looked at him and silently mouthed, "I don't want anything."
Oliver's eyes darkened. He gently touched her face, caressing it tenderly. "I know you want to die, but I won't let you. Even if you die, I won't let you escape me. I won't let you die alone."
Tears slid down Sarah's cheeks. She wanted to tell him that she had already died back in Dawnstar. Being with him later on was just her body, just a shell of a person. But she couldn't say it, and she didn't want to anymore.
Oliver placed a document on the pillow.
He told her, "This is Jacob's adoption paper. I've signed it. If we die, it will take effect immediately, and Jacob will become Grace's son. Every year at this time, Grace will bring him to visit our graves. When Jacob goes to school and gets married, we will share in his joy! Sarah, even if Jacob is adopted, he will still be our son. That won't change."
Oliver's eyes burned as he looked at Sarah, hoping to spark her will to live.
He thought, 'Sarah, you have to stay alive to escape from me. If you die, you'll never get away!'
Sarah's facial muscles twitched, and she gritted her teeth, spitting out a few words, "Oliver, you're crazy!"
Oliver didn't care. He didn't tell her that ever since he got out of prison, nothing mattered to him anymore. His heart was filled with hatred. Women were just a pastime to him, except for Sarah, who had loved him so deeply.
He was full of sins, yet he had been loved by her like that. How could he ever let go?
Oliver leaned down, whispering in her ear, "Yes, I'm crazy!"
With that, he picked her up.
Sarah panicked. She had no clue what he was planning or where they were headed. Oliver told her, "I'm taking you to Vesper City for treatment. Don't worry; there's a medical team on the helicopter! Jacob's coming too. We'll be together as a family."
Sarah struggled for a moment. She was so close to the edge.
On the rooftop, the helicopter's blades were roaring.
Sarah was bundled up tightly and carried onto the helicopter by Oliver, then handed over to the doctors. Oliver piloted the helicopter himself, but just as they were about to take off, Grace burst onto the rooftop.
The wind whipped Grace's long hair into a mess. She looked at Oliver in the cockpit and shouted desperately, "Oliver, you're crazy! Sarah can't be moved right now. Where are you taking her?"
Oliver lowered his eyes, quietly watching Grace.
After a moment, he pulled out his phone and called Grace.
Grace fumbled to answer.
Oliver's voice was cold. "I'm taking her to Vesper City! We're a match. I'm going to give her my liver. In Evergreen City, I can't protect her. Dylan will come back and take her away."
Grace looked up, her voice trembling with tears. "Oliver, ask Sarah if she wants to stay. By keeping her like this, how is her life any different from mine before? Oliver, I'm begging you, let her go. If she survives, let her take care of Jacob and live a good life. She's suffered enough, Oliver. I've never asked you for anything. Just this once, please."
This was the second time the siblings had clashed over Sarah.
Oliver loved Grace dearly. He didn't want to hurt her, but he also couldn't let go of Sarah.
In the end, he hung up the phone, pulled the lever, and the helicopter roared into the sky.
Grace's figure grew smaller and smaller. She kept calling out to him, then talked to herself, "Oliver, have you forgotten how much you pitied my marriage when you got out of prison? You fought Henry so many times. But when it comes to Sarah, why can't you cherish her? Oliver, I don't just feel sorry for Sarah; I feel sorry for you too. I don't want you to trap yourself in a loveless marriage. Your relationship with Sarah is over. She doesn't love you anymore! She doesn't love you, that's why she wants to die."
Grace slowly faded from Oliver's sight.
At Vesper City's Brightview Medical Center, Oliver had rented out an entire floor of the hospital. Security guards were stationed at every elevator, making it impossible for even a mosquito to get in.
When Sarah woke up, it was already 4 PM.
She noticed white walls, the faint smell of disinfectant, and the undeniable presence of Oliver beside her.
"Awake?" Oliver's voice was a bit hoarse but carried a hint of barely noticeable tenderness. He watched her, and Sarah's lips moved slightly. He understood her meaning and said, "Jacob is in the next room, being taken care of by a nanny. Don't worry."
Sarah closed her eyes in fear. Just then, Zoey walked in with a thermos. Sensing the tension, she smiled and said, "Olivia just made some soup. It's very nourishing."
Oliver said calmly, "Leave it."
Zoey didn't dare stay long. She put down the thermos and left.
Oliver poured the soup into two bowls and said softly, "Eat well. Once you're healthy, we can proceed with the surgery."
Sarah lay there quietly, not speaking or responding.
Oliver looked down at the soup in his hands and sneered, "Fine, don't eat! If you don't eat, Jacob won't eat either! If you suffer, he'll suffer with you."
Sarah's lips trembled. Oliver knew she was cursing him in her heart.
Yes, he was a bastard, but being a bastard worked.
Sarah could only take in some liquid food, and it was difficult to feed her. Oliver's patience and temper were surprisingly good. It took him nearly an hour to feed her half a bowl of soup, and he was still not annoyed.
Sarah had gained a bit of strength. Her expression was sorrowful. "Oliver, I'll stay. Just send Jacob away."
He refused outright. "I told you, Jacob is our son. He has to stay with us, unless I'm dead!"
Sarah looked at him quietly. He hadn't changed much since they first met, still just as handsome.
They used to be married and had Jacob, but now he felt like a stranger. She looked at him, like she had so much to say.
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