"After all, he and I are still related. Can I see him?"
The doctor was in a bit of a pickle.
"Uh... The child isn’t at the hospital for the time being. I f you want to visit him, you might need to contact his mother. Get his mother to take you there."
Upon hearing their conversation up to that point, Luna was almost certain that the man was the donor who would donate his blood marrow cells to Nigel!
Luna forcefully suppressed the excitement in her heart. She wanted to go up and speak to that man, but she was afraid that she would be too excited and thrilled, that man might notice something was off.
She still remembered that the doctor had said the donor did not want anybody to know his identity.
"Okay. Could you give me the mother’s phone number, then? I’ll contact her myself."
The doctor nodded. "It’s possible, but..."
"Don't worry. I won't mention a thing about today."
After Christian saved the child's mother's phone number, he thought of how to approach Joshua's child while keeping his phone.
At that moment, he noticed a pretty lady standing by the entrance of the elevator in the distance, looking at
him closely.
He conceitedly combed his hair and swept a flirtatious glance at Luna.
Luna was speechless. She pursed her lips, turned, and left.
Anyway, she had already seen that the man had saved her number. He would contact her sooner or later.
Rather than awkwardly meeting him there, she would prefer he contacted her on his own.
Perhaps, that way, that man might feel he has kept his identity a secret rather well. She would not know that he was the donor.
At the hospital downstairs.
Fiona opened the car door and immediately got in the backseat, sighing as though she had just survived a dangerous ordeal.
Joshua, who sat at the front passenger's seat, passed her an opened water bottle.
"Thank you.”
Fiona took a mouthful of water before pretending to b e nervous, patting her chest.
"I had a scare back there, Joshua. Thank goodness your phone call came in time, or I might've been exposed! Luna came in right when I left. I was afraid that she might find out my identity, so I purposely
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