Chapter 335

Evelyn melted into Nathaniel's embrace, her restless heart finding momentary peace.

"Okay," she murmured softly.

The room fell silent as they held each other, the warmth between them a quiet comfort.

Later, Nathaniel left work early to accompany Evelyn to the hospital. Dr. Harrison laid out the options—conservative treatment with a longer recovery, or surgery with higher risks but better potential outcomes.

Evelyn didn’t hesitate. "We’ll do the surgery."

Hope was all she had left.

Now, they just needed Beatrice’s consent.

That evening, they arrived at Beatrice’s home, their expressions grave.

Beatrice already knew.

"Will agreeing to this ease your mind?" Beatrice asked quietly.

Evelyn nodded. "I want you here with me. Please, let’s take this chance."

Beatrice smiled, wordless.

Though not bound by blood, their bond was unshakable.

Finally, Beatrice agreed.

The next day, she was admitted. Evelyn arranged for her usual caretaker to stay, visiting after work herself. They still needed a donor match—hospitalization was just preparation.

After seeing Beatrice, Evelyn and Nathaniel met with Dr. Harrison again.

No matches yet.

Evelyn’s chest tightened.

Nathaniel squeezed her hand. "We’ll find one."

She forced a nod.

That night, while Nathaniel showered, Evelyn stepped onto the balcony and dialed an overseas number.

"I need your help," she said quietly. "Find a heart for my grandmother."

The voice on the other end responded immediately. "Consider it done."

Evelyn stood there long after the call ended, the night air cool against her skin.

Nathaniel found her there.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his warmth seeping into her.

"Talk to me," he murmured against her ear.

Evelyn exhaled. "I’m fine."

He turned her to face him, his gaze searching. "Then why do you look like you’re carrying the world?"

Her voice wavered. "I just... feel guilty."

Guilty for not noticing sooner.

Guilty for failing her.