Chapter 1183

Maisie laughed. “As a boy matures, he’ll become very determined and will fight for the things that he
wants.”

The two doors of the elevator opened slowly, and Maisie walked out of the elevator with Samantha. Both
of them were laughing and chatting with each other while they just so happened to run into Kennedy,
who was assigning some tasks to an employee. The staff member nodded and left, and he nodded and
greeted Maisie when he walked past her. “Ms. Vanderbilt.”

Kennedy looked in Maisie and Samantha’s direction and was astonished. He then walked toward them
and smiled at Samantha.“ Why have you come here on

purpose?”

Maisie raised her eyebrows. “Aunt Samantha is worried that you’d be hungry, so she especially brought
you a loving lunch.”

Samantha handed the lunchbox in her hand to him and pretended to complain. “I won’t send another one
to you in the future.” Kennedy laughed. “Okay, I’ll bring a lunch box whenever I leave the house.”

Maisie glanced at them and felt quite happy for them deep down.

Meanwhile, at the hospital…

Patricia paced back and forth anxiously outside the ward as she did not know whether she had found the
perfect match for her son. It was said that the success rate for either one of the biological parents

to be a perfect match was very high, but it was still not an absolute outcome.



After all, she and Alexander had both undergone the matching test, and the test showed that both of
them had failed to match their son.

And Naomi was the other child she had given birth to, so she was the only hope that she had. Anthony
was seated on the bench and waited. He was silent from beginning to end and only stood up when the
doctor came out.

Patricia walked forward. “Dr. Leonardsson, how is it?”

Dr. Leonardsson took off his mask and shook his head. “She’s not completely an exact match.”

Patricia was stunned. She grabbed the doctor and became extremely emotional.” What do you mean by
she’s not completely an exact match? The child’s father and I can’t match our son. This donor is my
daughter too, so why isn’t she a match either!?”

She had come looking for Naomi, thinking that she was her only hope. However, that hope was shattered
to smithereens. ‘This is God’s retribution for me! This is my retribution, but why didn’t God aim the
retribution directly at me!?’



Dr. Leonardsson comforted her immediately, “Madam, please calm down. From a medical point of view,
the success rate of biological parents matching is probably the highest, but it’s not 100% absolute.
Although the probability of your other daughter being a match is lower, not being an exact match doesn’t
mean that the process will be unsuccessful. There’s another method, but it’s one that even volunteers
may not agree to undergo.” Patricia took a deep breath. “What’s the method?”

Dr. Leonardsson replied, “We can collect hematopoietic stem cells through a bone marrow aspiration.
This can improve the success rate of getting a match, but this kind of surgery is more traumatic, and we’ll
only suggest this to donors who are relatives or friends of the patient.”



Patricia seemed to have lost all her strength and let go of her grasp.

‘Naomi and Zephir are only half-siblings. It’s already very kind of her that she’s willing to donate bone
marrow to Zephir. How can I persuade Naomi into agreeing to this operation?’ She covered her face and
wept.

Anthony walked up to Dr. Leonardsson.” Will this procedure harm one’s well-being?”

Patricia was stunned and could not help but stare at Anthony.

Dr. Leonardsson shook his head. “It won’t cause great harm to the body. but it’ll be a lot more painful and
a little harsh for the honor. “Furthermore, this is the only way left.

After all, it’s very unlikely to find a perfect match in such a short time. The child’s condition has started to
deteriorate, and the

procedure can’t be delayed for too long. We must perform the procedure within half a year.”

Anthony did not utter a single word after that.

In the ward, Naomi looked at the boy who was sitting on the hospital bed and reading a book with a
mask on. The boy was very quiet, and his skin complexion was so pale that it looked bloodless.

Zephir raised his head to glance at her and took the initiative to hand her a book. “Do you want one to kill
some time?”

Naomi’s gaze landed on the book, and she took it from him. “Do you like reading books?”




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