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    Rachel nodded. “Alright, thank you, doctor.”


    That was the hopeful scenario. But she had to be prepared for the worst.


    “Doctor, if a suitable kidney isn’t found, how long do you think I canst?”


    His hesitation told her everything. She had expected a cruel answer.


    “It’s okay. I need to know. Just tell me the truth.”


    “At best, one to two years. At worst… a few months.”


    A few months? That was nothing. Barely a hundred days.


    “Ms. Marsh, you have to stay hopeful. You’re still young, with your whole life ahead of you. Please stay strong, and don’t let regret take control of your life.”


    The doctor’s words carried warmth, offering a smallfort.


    That afternoon, he arranged her first dialysis session.


    Shey on the hospital bed as they wheeled her away. The nurse, noticing she was alone, felt a twinge of sympathy. “Ms. Marsh, was the man from yesterday your boyfriend? Why not ask him over to keep youpany?”


    Rachel shook her head, her voice steady but distant. “That won’t be necessary. He’s been really busy with worktely.”


    “But no job shoulde before his girlfriend’s health!”


    After the dialysis, Rachel was drained, her body unbearably weak.


    Shey motionless on the bed, looking fragile and pale.


    Somewhere between exhaustion and drowsiness, she drifted off.


    When she woke, Yvonne was beside her.


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    “Yvonne, I’m a little thirsty.”


    Yvonne immediately grabbed a ss of water and helped her sit up.


    Rachel tried to lift her hands, but they trembled with exhaustion.


    “Hold on, I’ll get a straw. Just lie back.”


    Yvonne quickly fetched one, cing one end in the cup and guiding the other to Rachel’s lips.


    With a gentle sip, Rachel managed to drink the water.


    Yvonne’s heart clenched. “How did ite to this? Look at you—you’ve lost so much weight!”


    Rachel forced a small smile. “Don’t worry. Once I recover, I’ll be glowing again.”


    “Don’t lie to me. When you’re better, you’reing shopping with me.”


    “Okay.”


    They didn’t talk for long before Rachel’s eyelids grew heavy again.


    Not long after she drifted off, Brian arrived.


    The moment Yvonne saw him, her expression turned icy. “Mr. White, you must be incredibly busy. Too busy to spare even a little time for your sick girlfriend.”


    Brian could tell she was furious, so he didn’t try to argue.


    “How’s Rachel?” His voice was quiet as his gazended on the frail figure lying on the bed.


    “She’s so weak, a gust of wind could knock her over. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were starving her. How many more times can she go through this before shepletely breaks?”


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