Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 144 Save My Baby

"Don't you understand it yet?" Elliot made his way to face Yvonne. "What I'm saying is, Jacqueline Conrad still needs your bone marrow!"

"That’s impossible!" Yvonne's eyes widened as she raised her voice. "You’re lying to me!"

Elliot replied somberly, "I'm not lying to you. I'm speaking the truth. You can ask Mr. Lancaster if you don't believe me. See if he tells you the truth."

"I don’t believe it." Yvonne shook her head as she paced backward. "I donated my bone marrow to Jacqueline once. Her surgery was a success. Why would she need my bone marrow again?"

"This is what I want to tell you. Her leukemia is in the late stage. Although medical science can now heal this cancer, the price required is pretty damn high, especially for someone with a rare blood type like Jacqueline Conrad. One surgery is not enough to fully heal her," Elliot explained.

To make Yvonne believe his words, he fished out his phone to search for details about late-stage leukemia treatment.

"Read it yourself." He passed her his phone.

With trembling hands, Yvonne took the phone and felt her heart sink to the deepest pit and chilled to the core after reading it. It was true!

Jacqueline's leukemia required several bone marrow transplants.

This was it! This was what Henry had been wanting to tell her but didn't.

For a moment, it felt like there were countless needles pricking Yvonne's heart. She gripped the phone tightly like she was going to crush it.

Elliot saved his phone immediately. "Excuse me, this i s my phone.”

"Sorry," Yvonne apologized as she cooled down.

Pocketing his phone, Elliot smiled casually. "So, you believe me now?" Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

After a moment of silence, Yvonne looked at him with mixed feelings. "Why are you telling me this?"

"I told you, I like you. I can't bear to watch you giving and giving to them," Elliot answered, "Yvonne, I told you right? Mr. Lancaster is not someone worthy for you to devote yourself to. You'll only be hurt staying with him. He's repeatedly requesting his wife's bone marrow for his first love basically."

Yvonne felt another pang in her heart. It was not just her heart. Her stomach also felt the ache.

She squatted down holding to the wall next to her as blood began to drain away from her face.

Elliot was stunned looking at her before realizing that i t was serious. “What’s wrong with you?"

"It hurts," Yvonne told him with sweat dotting her forehead.

"Where?” Elliot got down to her level.

"Stomach." Yvonne grabbed his hand, panting, and pleaded, "Mr. Taylor, please, send me to the hospital. Save my baby..."

Elliot winced as he carried her instantly and rushed to the parking lot. As he brisk walked, he comforted her, " Don’t worry. I won't let anything happen to you." 1

Yvonne was limp in his embrace with her hands on her stomach. She felt a sense of warmth when she heard what he said. "Thank you..."

"Don't talk anymore. Conserve some energy,” Elliot said softly.

Yvonne nodded and closed her eyes.

When Elliot saw her following his words, he could not help chuckling. Placing her in his car, he then sped off to the nearest hospital from the park.

One hour and a series of checkups later, Elliot looked a t the woman who was wearing a drip laid on the bed while he summoned the doctor and asked, "How's she?"

"She's fine for now,” answered the doctor.

Elliot breathed in relief. "What about her baby?"

"Baby’s fine too. But if this happens again, that baby won’t be able to keep up for sure," the doctor said

seriously.

Elliot stroked his chin, puzzled. "She suddenly cried out saying her stomach hurts. Why's that?"

"She was agitated. She was a bone marrow donor, right?” the doctor asked.

Elliot nodded. "Yes, she was dumb to donate it.”

He really did not know what the woman was thinking. Even if she loved Henry, she did not have to donate her bone marrow - to her love rival too, at that.

"That makes sense then. After the bone marrow donation, her health will weaken. It poses a risk to be pregnant. Watch out in the future. Don't agitate her. You made it this time around. If you were late, the baby wouldn't be safe either."

The doctor left after that, leaving Elliot standing there i n guilt.

In that case, he seemed to be the source of her agitation and almost-miscarriage.

"Mr. Taylor.” The was a knock at the door

Going over to open it, his assistant was standing outside.

"These are what you asked for." The assistant handed him flowers and a cake.

Taking them, Elliot shooed the man. "Alright, you can head back first.” "Yes, sir.” The assistant turned to leave.

Bringing the cake and flowers back to the ward, Elliot heard rustling from the woman in bed just as he placed the items down. Turning to check on her, he saw Yvonne regaining consciousness and wanting to sit up.

"Don't move!” Elliot stopped her.

Yvonne laid herself back down. "This is..."

"Hospital. You're still on a drip. Don't move around or the needle will pierce your blood vessel," Elliot reminded.

Yvonne only then recalled that Elliot was the one who sent her to the hospital.

"Thank you, Mr. Taylor." Yvonne offered him a weak smile.

Elliot waved. "You don't have to thank me. Anyone would have helped in that situation.”

"I know, but I still want to thank you," Yvonne coughed.

Elliot quickly poured her some water, but seeing that she was lying down, he put a straw in the glass. This way, Yvonne could drink without getting up.

Helping herself with the water, Yvonne’s parched throat felt much better as she thanked the man again.

Elliot pulled a chair over to sit down and looked at her with his head resting on his palms. "You seem to always be thanking me ever since I met you."

Yvonne chuckled. "Can't help it. You did help me. I should thank you. Oh yes, is my baby alright?" "It’s fine but the doctor said that you're very weak and pose a high risk of miscarrying,” Elliot replied.

Yvonne's gaze dulled. "I know. I had a checkup previously and the doctor told me the same thing."

"It's my fault. What I said was too much for you to take. As an apology, I had someone buy these for you. Happy birthday, by the way." Elliot pointed at the flowers and cake by the bed.

Yvonne was surprised. "How did you know that it's m y birthday today?"

"I saw your phone," Elliot explained with a smile. "I wanted to contact your family, but before that, someone called Lyn texted you a happy birthday greeting, so I knew about it."

"I see." Yvonne asked after that, "Have you contacted m y family then?"

"No. Since you're alone on your birthday, I'm guessing that you didn't want to stay at home, so I didn't call them," Elliot elaborated as he took out the cake.

Yvonne did not watch what he was doing as she turned her head toward the window. "That's good too.

I don't want them to worry."

"Why didn't Mr. Lancaster spend the day with you?" Elliot asked while he placed the candles. 1

There was a wash of dejection in Yvonne's eyes. "He had something to tend to."

"What could be more important than his wife's birthday?" Elliot taunted.