Derek's eyes were red, making him look pitiful. He leaned into her arms.
"Jasmine, thank God I have you. Otherwise, what would a widower and his child even do?"
Rage ignited in my chest, burning through every ounce of patience I'd held onto these past few days.
It hit me instantly—Derek was behind this.
The exact moment Ethan needed surgery, his son conveniently got sick too.
My teeth ground together so hard they clicked. I wanted to storm in and confront them.
But their next words pinned me in place.
Derek wiped his tears, his voice weak, almost casual.
"Jasmine, if your husband finds out we took Ethan's bone marrow match… what do we do?"
Jasmine hesitated. He let a few more tears fall.
"You know Tommy's condition is acute. But Ethan's different—he's late-stage, he can still wait…"
The doctor beside him nodded quickly.
"Yes, Director Sullivan. Your son's body can handle a few more months. It won't matter."
My heart lurched. Ethan was late-stage—that's exactly why he couldn't wait!
I looked up. The doctor's eyes darted away.
He'd been bought off. Of course he had.
Jasmine gritted her teeth and made her decision.