Chapter 112 Incompatible Blood Types
Her gaze fell upon the middle-aged woman seated by the window, her fingers nimbly knitting a scarf. A wave of sorrow washed over her, threatening to spill from her eyes. She took a few measured steps towards the woman.
Rosalie's health had seen a significant improvement of late. Her daily regimen of anti-rejection medication seemed to have no adverse effects. However, she was only allowed to see her daughter once a week in this place, a fact that made it clear she was being controlled.
"Natalie," Rosalie's voice broke the silence.
"Mom, how have you been feeling lately?" Natalie asked, concern etching lines into her youthful face.
"I'm doing well," Rosalie assured her, reaching out to touch Natalie's face. "But you, my dear, are working too hard."
Natalie pressed her face into Rosalie's cheek, her voice muffled as she spoke, "Mom, I promise, I will get you out of here."
"Natalie, you don't have to worry about me. They won't harm me. It's you I'm concerned about," Rosalie sighed, her words heavy with worry. "At home, don't fight with Madam and Missy. Don't be so stubborn, learn to give in."
"I understand, Mom," Natalie responded, her voice barely above a whisper.
Looking at Rosalie's pallid face and frail body, Natalie felt a pang of distress. After the surgery, Rosalie had lost a considerable amount of weight, but her spirit remained unbroken.
Suddenly, a thought struck Natalie. "Mom, what blood type are you?"
Rosalie's knitting needles stilled, her body shuddering slightly. "I don't remember, you know, at my age, I often forget things," she said, her voice wavering.
Natalie, busy tidying the bed sheets, failed to notice the shift in Rosalie's expression, as if she was attempting to evade something. "That's strange, I matched your blood type before, and it didn't work," Natalie murmured, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Natalie," Rosalie interrupted, her hand reaching out to grasp her daughter's. She moved to sit on the edge of the bed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Natalie's ear. "Don't worry about that. We don't get to spend much time together. Let's just talk."
"Okay," Natalie agreed obediently, picking up an apple and beginning to peel it for her mother.
Rosalie sighed, a hint of nostalgia in her voice, "In the blink of an eye, you've grown up so much. Now that Miss is getting married, I just hope you can find your own happiness too."
"Natalie, if there's someone suitable by your side, don't let them slip away."
"Mom, what are you saying? Right now, all I want is for you to get better soon. Being with you is the happiest moment for me."
"You're so sweet," Rosalie's voice was filled with warmth, her spirits lifted by her daughter's words.
After finishing peeling the apple, Natalie checked the time and realized it was almost time for her to meet Jagger.
She stood up and said, "Mom, I have plans to meet a friend for lunch today, so I'll go now. I'll come see you again next week."
Rosalie's eyes lit up upon hearing this. "A friend? A boy or a girl?"
Without much thought, Natalie replied directly, "It's Dr. Kamel from Third Hospital, the one who treated you before."
"Oh, Dr. Kamel, he's a good person. Natalie, you must cherish him," Rosalie exclaimed happily.
Natalie, taken aback for a moment, realized that Rosalie had misunderstood and quickly tried to clarify, "Mom, we're not like that, I..."
Before she could finish her sentence, her phone suddenly rang. The caller ID displayed "Jagger," and Natalie thought to herself, 'Speak of the devil…'
Meeting Rosalie's gaze, which seemed to see through everything, Natalie sighed and said, "Mom, I have to go. Take care of yourself."
Rosalie smiled and narrowed her eyes, saying, "Go quickly. I'm fine here, I don't need anything."
The more Rosalie tried to act as if everything was fine, the more Natalie's heart ached. Being confined in such a small room, how could it be any good? Especially with Rosalie constantly suffering from the pain of bodily rejection, her body becoming alarmingly thin.
She held back her tears and bid Rosalie farewell. At the door, a bodyguard blindfolded her and led her out.
After a few steps, Natalie suddenly clutched her stomach, and her face contorted in pain. "My stomach hurts so much, I need to go to the bathroom."
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