Chapter 343

Dr. Harrison's call came unexpectedly. He informed Evelyn they'd located a perfect donor heart for Beatrice's transplant. Since Evelyn had delegated all search efforts to him, she didn't question the source. Pure relief flooded her veins.

They scheduled the procedure immediately. At Beatrice's age, recovery time was crucial. The sooner they operated, the better her chances.

Evelyn rushed back to the hospital room, breathless with joy. "Grandma, it's happening! The perfect match came faster than we hoped." She squeezed Beatrice's frail hand. "This is just the first of many good things coming our way."

Beatrice's eyes crinkled with warmth. "Let the doctors handle the details, darling. You need rest too." Her gaze turned knowing. "Where's Nathaniel these days? I haven't seen him visit."

"Boardroom battles." Evelyn forced a smile. "You could always summon him yourself."

"Never mind." Beatrice patted her cheek. "But do look after that husband of yours."

Evelyn nodded mechanically. She wouldn't burden Beatrice with the truth - how Nathaniel's deception made her feel like Isabella's laughingstock. The memory tightened her throat.

She pushed the thoughts away. Only Beatrice's surgery mattered now.

A nurse entered with medication, beaming. "Ms. Mitchell, congratulations on the donor match!"

"Thank you for everything." Evelyn meant it. The staff adored Beatrice, often remarking how kindness attracted good fortune. Unlike other wealthy families, the Mitchells treated them as equals.

Word spread through the hospital corridors.

It reached Winifred Davis during Isabella's obligatory visit. "That Martin woman got her heart," Winifred mused aloud. "When will we find yours?"

Isabella froze. "Who told you that?"

"Everyone's talking about it. Apparently, good karma exists."

Isabella stormed out without another word, leaving Winifred sighing at Simon. "Will our daughter ever marry into the Martins? We sold our home for this."

Simon rubbed his temples. "Focus on your health first."

Isabella went straight to Nathaniel's office.

"Did you give my mother's heart to Beatrice?" she demanded.

Nathaniel's expression turned glacial. He'd grown colder since her lies to Evelyn. "Is that why you're here? To accuse me?"

Isabella faltered. "Nathaniel, I just—"