Chapter 514 The Pairing Results Are Out
"Yesterday, you said he was stable after being rushed to the ER?" Margaret shot back, her lips curling into a smirk as she leaned back in her chair, eyes narrowed, giving Rufus a cold, sweeping glance.
Rufus was left speechless.
Margaret touched her chin thoughtfully. "Rufus, even if you don't tell me about his condition, I can find out if I want to. This hospital is owned by The Hughes Group, and I'm the CEO now, not Raymond. You should think carefully about where your loyalty lies."
Rufus fell silent instantly. He knew Margaret was right; he had to rely on her now since Raymond was no longer the CEO of The Hughes Group.
"Don't make me repeat myself. Bring me the medical records," Margaret commanded, her tone suddenly icy.
Rufus, considering both his future and his concern for Raymond, decided Margaret should know about Raymond's condition.
Margaret had Raymond's liver, and if the bone marrow matched, the chances of success were high.
After a brief moment of hesitation, Rufus handed Margaret a thick stack of medical records.
Margaret took them and began to read carefully.
The more she read, the more her expression darkened.
Raymond's condition was far worse than she had imagined.
She suddenly understood why Raymond had said those heartless things and pushed her away as soon as he was admitted. He didn't want to burden her.
What a self-righteous guy, but she wasn't going to appreciate it.
"Still haven't found a matching bone marrow?" Margaret put down the medical records and looked at Rufus.
Rufus nodded, his expression complicated.
Margaret asked, "If we find a suitable bone marrow, what are the chances of a successful surgery?"
"A few days ago, the chances were about seventy percent, but Mr. Howard's condition has weakened significantly. Now, the chances are less than twenty percent. He might die on the operating table." Rufus replied.
"If we don't operate, how long does he have?" Margaret pondered and asked again.
Rufus answered truthfully, "It's a matter of days. He could die at any moment."
"So, if we don't operate, he will definitely die within the next few days. If we do operate, there's still a twenty percent chance?" Margaret clarified.
"That's correct."
"Then let's proceed with the surgery," Margaret decided firmly.
Rufus frowned, "Ms. Hughes, we still don't have a matching bone marrow."
"His liver is inside me. If we match, the chances should be high."
"Ms. Hughes, are you willing to undergo a bone marrow match for Mr. Howard?" Rufus looked at Margaret in shock.
Margaret didn't respond. She stood up and left the office.
She was usually terrified of pain and even more afraid of blood tests.
But that night, she had several vials of blood drawn in one go.
Rufus worked overtime to test and match the results.
Half an hour later.
Rufus personally escorted Margaret out of the hospital. As he thought about Raymond's difficult journey, his eyes grew moist. "Ms. Hughes, on behalf of Mr. Howard, thank you for your generosity. He has always loved you. If you were sick, he would risk his life to save you."
"When Mr. Howard was first diagnosed, his condition wasn't as severe. I advised him to get treatment, but he insisted on returning to discuss it with you. He delayed his treatment for a long time, and soon after, I saw the news of your fall. Mr. Howard's hair turned white overnight."
"Ms. Hughes, I hope you don't mind me saying this. As an observer, I saw you suffering from late-stage liver cancer, needing a transplant. But there seemed to be some conflict between you and Mr. Raymond Howard. At Everpeak Mountain Hospital, I was your attending physician."
"You were crying and refusing treatment, wanting to die. Mr. Howard couldn't bear to see you like that, so he followed my suggestion and gave you a memory-erasing injection. If Mr. Howard had any other way to make you forget the pain and accept treatment, he wouldn't have taken that step."
"Mr. Howard's condition worsened partly because of you. You needed a liver, and only Mr. Howard's liver matched yours. Mr. Howard had been working tirelessly for The Hughes Group, his body was already exhausted. Donating his liver to you was practically a death sentence."
"I still vividly remember that surgery. Mr. Howard almost didn't make it off the operating table, but he took the risk to donate. You survived, but Mr. Howard spent a long time in the ICU. You prayed and stayed by his side, we all saw it."
"Ms. Hughes, you and Mr. Raymond Howard have had a tough journey. I hope God blesses you both, and that you find a match and become a couple."
Rufus spoke a lot in one breath.
Margaret listened, her expression complex.
"Mr. Howard said those heartless things to push you away, not to burden you. He was deeply hurt by his own words. When you signed the transfer agreement for The Hughes Group, I saw Mr. Howard crying in his hospital room several times. Ms. Hughes, please have mercy on Mr. Howard. His life has been too hard."
His life was too hard.
Whose life wasn't hard?
Margaret smiled self-deprecatingly, clutching her black purse tightly. She had become numb to it all.
If she hadn't regained her memory, she would have been moved by these words.
Now, she just listened.
Margaret hid her emotions, looked up, and gave Rufus a cold glance. "Keep my bone marrow match a secret."
"Why? This is good news," Rufus was puzzled.
Margaret sneered, "I'm saving him to settle the score, not to rekindle old feelings."
"Ms. Hughes, you—"
"Call me when the results are out."
"Get it," Rufus nodded.
Back at The Hughes Manor.
Margaret bent down, took off her long, thin high heels, and slipped into her sandals.
She turned on the wall lamp, exhausted, and dragged herself to the sofa.
Her ankle hurt.
She checked it and found the high heels had rubbed off a layer of skin, causing her to wince in pain.
She opened a drawer, found a band-aid, and applied it to her ankle.
She had never liked wearing high heels.
Now she was getting used to it.
Just like she never wanted to work at The Hughes Group, preferring a relaxed life. Now, when she opened her eyes, she saw the livelihood of thousands of employees.
She carried the responsibility of countless families, so no matter how much she disliked it, she had to grow and expand The Hughes Group, giving her parents peace in heaven.
She wanted her employees to see a brighter future.
Margaret realized for the first time that her life had become more than just love and romance. It was filled with responsibility and a sense of mission.
Maybe this was growth, transformation.
Her phone suddenly rang. She picked it up and saw it was Rufus calling. The bone marrow match results must be out.
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