CHAPTER 22 WHAT ARE YOU AFTER?

Joe seemed to have realized something. He cast a glance at Henry who was fuming, then pushed open the door.

Yvonne stood at the door with her head hung low and her frail shoulders shook with her sobs.

"Yvonne Fr... no, madam, why are you here?" Joe forced an awkward smile on his usually stern face.

Yvonne ignored him. She lifted her tear-stained pale face and gave the man in the study room a wounded look. 2

The man instantly felt conflicted when he saw her like this.

"Leave now." Henry waved to his assistant.

Joe was long ready to leave. He picked up his briefcase and quickly left.

Henry went over to Yvonne and glanced down to look at the mess on the ground. Emotions flickered through his eyes. "You heard everything?"

Yvonne clenched her hands and choked. "Why... Why are you treating me like this...?"

"I'm sorry." Henry's eyes dimmed.

His apology only made Yvonne feel even worse. She knelt on the ground and started crying loudly.

Henry reached out and wanted to pull her up, but perished the thought when he saw her crying so badly. He clenched his hand into a fist and retracted it into the pocket of his pants.

No one knew how long had passed when Yvonne's crying gradually ceased.

Henry pursed his thin lips. "Since you've heard everything, I won't hide it from you any longer. Yvonne Frey, I need your bone marrow!"

Yvonne felt a shiver down her spine as her voice turned bitter. "So... you’ve only remembered me because of my bone marrow?”

Henry held her gaze and slowly uttered a single response, "Yes."

He didn't want to deceive her or himself.

If it wasn't because she was the only one who could save Jackie with her bone marrow, he might never even have shown up in front of her.

"As expected..." Yvonne took two steps back. Her eyes were red. "I should have thought of it. You never cared about me. There was no way you would suddenly appear before me without a motive."

Henry moved his lips, but found no words. holds this content.

Yvonne wiped her tears with her sleeve. "Who is Jacqueline Conrad?"

If her ears didn't fail her earlier, Henry needed her bone marrow to save this woman by the name of Jacqueline Conrad.

She must be a very important person to him.

"She’s..." Henry lowered his gaze to conceal all the emotions in his eyes. "A friend of mine."

"Friend?" Yvonne repeated, then suddenly smiled sourly. "Are you sure she's just a friend?"

What kind of friend would make him scheme against his own wife like this?

"What do you mean by that, Yvonne Frey? Are you doubting me?" Henry frowned at her.

It was true that he couldn’t let go of Jackie, but there was no future for both of them anymore.

"I'm not doubting you." Knowing that Henry was angry because she had questioned him, Yvonne shook her head and waved her hands. "I just never heard of any female friends of yours and couldn’t help but overthink," she explained.

"I know exactly what I should and shouldn't do!" Henry pursed his lips and gave her the side-eye.

Was he trying to reassure her?

Yvonne felt slightly happy deep in her heart and couldn’t stop the smile from reaching her eyes.

"Come with me." Henry turned around and went into the study.

Yvonne fidgeted with her fingers and quickly followed

him.

Henry opened the desk drawer, took out a file, and pushed it toward Yvonne.

"Look at this."

Yvonne opened the file and was taken aback. "Bone marrow donor agreement?"

Henry hummed in response. "Read it until the end."

"...Alright." Yvonne pursed her lips and forced herself t o read the document.

When she was done reading, she closed the file and handed it back to Henry, feeling rather shocked. "So Miss Jacqueline Conrad is diagnosed with late-stage leukemia?"

"Yes. Jackie only has a sixty percent chance of being cured with a bone marrow transplant." Henry

clenched his fist, unable to hide the worry in his voice.

Yvonne heard it too as she bit her lip sourly. "Why must it be my bone marrow?"

He was even calling her Jackie so affectionately.

Henry would only call her by her first name when they were in the presence of his grandfather or her mother.

Henry lifted his gaze at her. "Because only yours is the most suitable."

"Me?" Yvonne pointed to her nose, looking very surprised. "But I don't remember doing any bone marrow match tests. How did you find out?"

"Through the physical examination before we got married." Henry pulled out the chair and sat down." Shane determined that you were a match when he filtered through the medical records. You were the closest match he could find."

"No wonder..." Yvonne smiled bitterly.

Henry was quiet for a few seconds, then crossed his legs. "I admit that I've handled this matter poorly. I should have told you since the beginning."

Yvonne shook her head and didn't say anything.

Henry let out a sigh. "I know you are upset, but I hope you can agree to donate your bone marrow. Jackie's life is hanging by a thread. I promise to give you anything you want after her operation is successful."

"Even if I want us to be a real married couple?" Yvonne looked at him with hope in her eyes.

Henry was taken aback. He frowned slightly, then replied faintly, "If this is what you want, then yes."

He actually promised that!

Yvonne was quite surprised by the man’s answer, but couldn't bring herself to be happy.

He really sounded very reluctant.

It was still the same. He verbally accepted it, but he was still resisting in his heart.

Thinking of this, Yvonne raised her head and suppressed her urge to cry. "Alright, I'll consider it..."

She drew a breath, then turned toward the door.

"Wait.” Henry stopped her.

Yvonne paused her footsteps.

He got up and went over to her, "Keep this."

"Why are you giving this to me?” Yvonne looked at the bank card in his hand blankly.

Seeing that she made no attempts to take it, Henry took her hand and slapped the card in her palm. "This is my secondary card, and you can buy anything you want with it. Also, I’ll inform the finance department t o transfer monthly living expenses to Sue's account. You don't need to pay for anything from now on.”

"Forget about the living expenses. I don’t need this either since I don't really buy anything.” Yvonne returned the bank card to Henry. 1

Henry's face turned cold. "You don’t want it?”

She had refused his money again!

Yvonne sniffed. "I don't even know when I will be able to repay the seven hundred thousand dollars I owe from last time. If I accept this card, I’m afraid I'll never be able to clear the debt.” 1

"You're really drawing the line huh?" Henry snorted coldly, with a hint of anger that he didn't even notice i n his voice. 1

She was the one who suggested they become a real married couple, but now she was refusing his

kindness.

Just what was she thinking?

Yvonne picked her nails. "Of course I'm drawing the line. I don't want others to think that I've married you for your money." 1

"If it's not for the money, then what are you after?” Henry narrowed his sharp eyes as he looked at Yvonne's small face with conflict. 3

Yvonne opened her mouth but didn't manage to speak for a long time. 1

She really wanted to tell him that she was after him.

Would he believe that?

Yvonne laughed self-deprecatingly and suppressed her honest thoughts. "Forget it. I haven’t figured out how to say it. I'll tell you next time. I’m a little tired, so I'll retire to my room first.” i

Having said that, she walked past him with her head hung low and exited the study. 1

Henry didn't get an answer from her and stared at her back with puzzled eyes, feeling an unspeakable irritation in his heart.