CHAPTER 153 NOT LETTING HER DONATE

"The results don't differ much from my previous checkup." Yvonne waved the checkup report in her hand.

"Let me see." Shane held out his hand.

Yvonne promptly handed him the report.

After Shane read it, his brows knitted tightly together, "It seems that the bone marrow donation really affected your health. This child is still at high risk."

"I know, I'll just be more careful," Yvonne smiled.

Regarding this matter, Yvonne didn't actually hold that many grudges.

"Come on, let's go find Henry." Shane returned the report to her.

Yvonne agreed and followed him to the hospital wards.

When they reached Jacqueline's ward, Yvonne had already spotted Henry leaning against the door, smoking from a distance.

He seldom smoked. He would only smoke a cigarette when there was something bothering him.

Since he was smoking, was something bothering him?

"Henry," Yvonne called out to Henry, covering her nose.

Henry looked at her and saw her covering her nose. H e immediately realized what he was doing and stubbed out his cigarette.

"Is your checkup done?" he asked and ignored the fact that Shane was standing beside her.

Shane didn't care. He shrugged his shoulders and stepped aside.

"The checkup is done. Why are you standing here? Why don't you go inside to see Miss Conrad?" Yvonne asked curiously.

Henry took the report from her and looked at it." Jacqueline's not awake yet." holds this content.

"I see." Yvonne nodded and stopped talking.

Shane coughed twice to make his presence known," It's just as well she's not awake, so I'll go in and take a look at her wounds."

With that, he opened the door to Jacqueline's room and went straight in.

Henry pursed his lips and followed suit.

When Yvonne saw that they all went in, it was awkward for her to stay outside so she followed them and entered the ward too.

She was also a little curious about Jacqueline's current situation.

"Mr. Lancaster, Dr. Summers." The nurse inside saw the three of them come in and greeted them.

Henry waved his hand, "Please go out first." "Okay." The nurse complied and left the room quietly.

Shane pulled out a pair of medical gloves from his coat pocket and put them on. Then, he walked over to Jacqueline and suddenly held her left wrist to scrutinize her wound.

Yvonne took the opportunity and peeked out from behind Henry as she wanted to see the condition of Jacqueline's wound.

It was only a glance, but Henry noticed it.

He narrowed his eyes and pressed her head back behind his back, forbidding her from looking.

Yvonne didn't know what to do. She was too afraid to resist him, so she just pursed her lips and fought off her curiosity.

"How's Jacqueline's wound?" Henry saw Shane put Jacqueline's hand under the blanket and asked him that question.

Shane took off his gloves. He took out his medical record book and a pen from the other pocket of his doctor's coat and answered him without looking up as he wrote on it, "Her wound is fine, it wasn't very deep i n the first place. It'll just take some time to recover."

"Hmm." Henry nodded his head slightly.

Yvonne blinked, a little confused as to what he meant by his 'hmm.'

Was he reassured or was he still worried? 1

Either way, it wasn't what she cared about the most. What concerned her the most was Shane's comment that Jacqueline's wound wasn't too deep.

If a person had a real intent to commit suicide, would his or her wound be shallow? If her wound wasn't deep, it was clear that Jacqueline didn't really want to commit suicide but was just acting to get sympathy.

When Yvonne realized this, she couldn't help marveling at Jacqueline's guile.

Even though she was acting to gain sympathy, she could be lauded for the fact that she was even willing t o harm herself to do that.

Facing someone so cruel to even herself, Yvonne recognized that it was no wonder she couldn't win against that woman.

"Henry, I'm going home first." Yvonne tugged on Henry's sleeve.

Henry turned behind to look at her. "You should go home, Joe is in the parking lot. You can meet him there and ask him to take you back."

"Okay." Yvonne nodded and left the ward.

After she left, Shane walked up and confronted Henry, "I heard everything she said. Are you sure you don't want her bone marrow to save Jacqueline?" "She must keep the baby." Henry pulled a chair over and sat down.

Shane stood, leaning against a window, "That's true. But did you really make that decision because of the baby? Did she as a person influence even a fraction of your decision?"

"No," Henry said with a glint in his eyes.

"Oh, is that so," Shane answered with a tone that seemed to imply something else.

Henry narrowed his hooded eyes. He wasn't too pleased with his tone. Just as he was about to say something, the woman lying on the hospital bed whined softly and showed some signs of waking up.

Shane heard Jacqueline's voice but he didn't respond. He merely cast a glance at her. "She's waking up."

"I know, get out of here. I have something I want to say to her alone." Henry looked at Jacqueline and gave Shane an order.

Shane shrugged his shoulders, "Okay, I'll wait outside, but I have some things I want to say to you too."

Henry nodded.

Shane stretched his back and walked out of the ward. He closed the door behind him.

Henry and Jacqueline were left in the ward.

Jacqueline opened her eyes and saw the man by her hospital bed.

"Henry?" she called out, feeling surprised.

Henry pursed his thin lips. "You're awake." "Yes, what brings you here?" Jacqueline smiled weakly.

Henry lowered his eyes. He said softly, "I came to see you. Does your wound still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt when you're here," Jacqueline said weakly.

Henry hesitated, "Jacqueline, I came today because I want to tell you something."

"What is it?" Jacqueline looked at him.

Henry rubbed his thumb, "I've changed my mind about Yvonne's bone marrow donation."

Jacqueline's smile froze when she heard what he said, "You're not going to let her donate, are you?"

"You already know that?" Henry was slightly taken aback.

Jacqueline clenched the hand under her blanket," Yeah, my dad called me last night. He said you don't want Yvonne to donate her bone marrow to me.

Henry, you want to give up on me, right?"

"I don't have any intention to give up on you. I just don't want Yvonne to donate her bone marrow anymore. She's not physically fit to donate her bone marrow." Henry comforted.

Jacqueline shook her head. "I don't believe it - she's obviously healthy. You just can't bear for her to do it, isn't that right?" "What made you think so?" Henry tightened his brows.

Jacqueline chewed her lower lip. "It's your attitude. You clearly weren't like this before. My surgery is just days away and you've suddenly changed your mind. It's hard for me not to think that way. Henry, what will happen to me if she doesn't donate bone marrow? Do you want to see me die?"

"You're not going to die. Mr. Conrad should have told you the same thing. I'll let you use someone else's bone marrow first." 1

"Dad did. But Henry, have you thought about it? Some other bone marrow is not going to match mine. If something happens, I'll probably still die." Jacqueline became agitated and braced herself to sit up.

Henry pressed her back down, "No, I'll have Shane keep an eye on you, and I'll be able to find the right bone marrow."

"You've said that many times before, but have you found it?" Jacqueline was in tears.

Henry was silent.

When Jacqueline saw him like this, she inwardly cursed him for being useless, but she had a pained expression on her face. "Henry, are you really not going to ask Yvonne to donate her bone marrow?"

"Her body isn't suitable for another donation," Henry replied.

Jacqueline turned her face away from the window. She retorted, somewhat defeated, "I know, Henry. Go home. I need time alone."

"Well, get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow." Henry got u p and headed for the door.

Suddenly, Jacqueline spoke up, "Henry, I hope you won't regret today."

"What do you mean?" Henry paused sharply in his tracks.