Chapter 404 Something's Wrong
Elodie suddenly grabbed Dylan, her voice frantic and almost hysterical.
Dylan, who had been feeling a wave of anxiety, suddenly remembered that Desmond had mentioned yesterday that Nathan's compatibility tests were already underway, and that Elodie had agreed to it.
In the chaos of the moment and Elodie's urgency, he had completely forgotten.
Something felt off. Elodie continued to scream, her voice growing more desperate with each word, "Go find that bitch Katniss."
"If anything happens to Nathan, she should pay with her life!"
Elodie's voice was hoarse, her eyes bloodshot and terrifying.
"Mom!"
Dylan shouted, trying to snap Elodie out of it.
He held her arms tightly, staring into her dazed eyes, "Mom, Desmond said you agreed to the compatibility tests. Don't you remember?"
He wanted to verify Desmond's words.
In his rush to get back and Elodie's relentless questioning, his mind had been a mess, and he had forgotten what Desmond had said.
Elodie remained in a daze, as if stuck in a loop.
"I don't know, I don't know!" She kept shaking her head, her already disheveled hair becoming even more tangled.
Seeing her growing paler, Dylan felt both worried and anxious.
He knew he wouldn't get any answers from Elodie in her current state, so he quickly said, "Mom, calm down, please calm down."
But Elodie couldn't calm down.
She clung to Dylan's arm, her face alternating between blue and white, her whole body trembling.
She insisted through gritted teeth, "Don't use Nathan's kidney."
Hearing this, Dylan quickly promised, "Mom, I swear, even if the tests are successful, I won't let Nathan donate."
With Dylan's assurance, Elodie suddenly fainted.
Dylan immediately called for a doctor.
After examining her, the doctor said Elodie had fainted from the shock but was otherwise fine.
Dylan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As he escorted the doctor out of the room, Clara rushed i. "Dylan, what happened to Mom?"
Clara was out of breath, clearly having run there, her face pale with worry.
Seeing her frail and pitiful appearance, Dylan couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.
"Mom's fine, Clara, don't worry. You're still recovering, don't push yourself too hard."
He gently admonished her while tidying her windblown hair.
Clara stood there, panting, her eyes darting around, "Is Mom okay? Should I stay here with her?"
Dylan shook his head firmly.
Elodie had fainted so suddenly that he hadn't had a chance to tell her not to mention the compatibility tests to Clara.
He was afraid Elodie might slip up and upset Clara.
Clara, so kind-hearted, would be devastated if she knew Nathan wanted to donate his kidney to her.
Clara hesitated, her lips trembling, but seeing Dylan's serious expression, she didn't insist on staying. She suggested, "Maybe Desmond can stay with her? He's off today."
At the mention of Desmond, Dylan's expression darkened.
"No way!"
His overly firm tone and sudden loudness startled Clara.
Clara looked at Dylan, her eyes wide like a frightened deer, her heart pounding.
Seeing her scared expression, Dylan quickly tried to comfort her.
After persuading Clara to leave, Dylan checked the time.
It was twenty minutes to two. It would take about twenty minutes to get to the café they had agreed on.
He was running out of time.
He had to leave immediately to meet Katniss.
Unbeknownst to Dylan, Clara, who had left the hospital, circled back.
She entered Elodie's room and sat by her bedside, watching her unconscious mother.
At two o'clock, Maximilian arrived at the café with Katniss, and Dylan rushed in shortly after.
Katniss had agreed that Maximilian could stay with her during the meeting.
So, knowing the time, Maximilian had gone home to pick up Katniss.
When Dylan stepped into the private room, Maximilian didn't even look up, most of his attention still on Katniss.
He held Katniss's soft hand, but unlike before, he couldn't play with it on the table, so he held it under the table instead.
Because Dylan was there.
"Sorry I'm late," Dylan apologized, glancing at the time.
It was exactly 2:01.
He looked flustered, having rushed over. He hadn't even sat down before speaking, and he was out of breath, looking a bit disheveled.
Maximilian said nothing, his stern face showing his displeasure.
"Have some water first," Katniss said calmly, pointing to the glass in front of him, letting Dylan catch his breath.
One of her hands was held by Maximilian.
She tried to pull it away but couldn't, and seeing that Maximilian didn't like Dylan, she let him hold it.
Maximilian's insistence on accompanying her was clear; he was worried about her.
On the way, she had assured Maximilian that she would handle things well and not leave any loose ends.
So, Maximilian had listened and didn't plan to interfere.
Thinking of this, Katniss glanced at Maximilian, her eyes soft and smiling.
Maximilian tightened his grip on her hand, his arm slipping around her waist for a brief hug.
Katniss gave him a light glare.
Dylan picked up the glass, his eyes briefly sweeping over Katniss and then Maximilian.
Even though Maximilian wasn't focused on him, just being in the same space made Dylan feel an inexplicable pressure.
His mind was in turmoil, and he didn't notice the interaction between the two.
After a glance, he lowered his head and sipped the water, waiting for his breathing and heart rate to slow down.
After Katniss's light glare, Maximilian's lips curled into a barely noticeable smile, and he obediently released her waist.
But he still held her hand under the table, playing with it like a precious gem.
Katniss waited quietly for Dylan to speak first, letting Maximilian play with her hand under the table.
Before Dylan arrived, Maximilian had been holding her hand openly.
When Dylan came, Katniss didn't pull her hand away, letting Maximilian hold it.
Dylan drank the water, soothing his throat.
He had rushed from the hospital, taking a cab, but still running a short distance when he saw he was running late.
His clothes were damp with sweat, and though he looked disheveled, he stood tall.
"Can we talk alone?" Dylan asked.
With Maximilian there, he felt uneasy.
He didn't like this feeling, especially with Maximilian's subtle but clear warning gaze.
It made him choose his words carefully.
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