Chapter 8

Rosalie spent over a week at the hospital. This time, Lucas wasn't by her side the whole time. Instead, he would drop by every few days. She knew it was because he was running back and forth between her and Isabelle, so she didn't show any displeasure. He came to pick her up on the day she was discharged, but he hastily left after dropping her off at home. As she watched his car disappear from her line of sight, she received a call from the immigration office informing her that her immigration procedures were complete. Rosalie retrieved her documents and went to have her identification deregistered. After that, she headed home and started packing. As she tidied, she came across many matching items she and Lucas had bought in the past. There were also photos of them as well as clothes and toys they'd bought for the baby. She threw them all away. Lucas returned as Rosalie was taking the trash out. The trunk of his car was filled with branded bags. He hurried to her, wanting to take her to the car to show her the bags. Then, his gaze darkened when he saw the trash. "Are you still mad at me, babe? Is that why you're throwing these things away? Come and see all the bags I bought for you. Let's put all of our anger behind us, okay?" That was easier said than done. If it were so simple, Rosalie wouldn't need to be anguished for so long. She looked at the bags he'd bought, sounding tired as she said, "I'm not mad, and I don't need any gifts." Lucas grabbed her hand when he realized how weirdly she was acting. "What's gotten into you lately? Have I done something wrong? Talk to me so we can resolve this, okay?" Rosalie had nothing to say. She fell silent. Lucas' frown deepened. He was about to continue pushing her for answers when her phone rang. "Hurry up and come to the hospital, Rosie! Isabelle suddenly fainted, and the doctor diagnosed her with acute kidney failure!" Lucas lost his mind when he heard that. The blood drained from his face, and he trembled uncontrollably. Rosalie snatched the car key from him when she saw that he wanted to drive in his condition. They hurried to the hospital. All the Grangers were gathered there and getting tests done to see whether their kidneys were a match for Isabelle. The doctors couldn't help talking among themselves as they bustled around. "She's only 27 years old—so young to have this! They don't look like such a big family, either. The chances of there being a match are really low." Lucas' hands trembled, and the veins on his forehead protruded. He looked at Isabelle, who lay unconscious on the hospital bed. Then, he turned to Rosalie and held her shoulders, sounding scared as he said, "Rosie, you should get tested, too." Eugene was stunned when he heard that. He hurriedly stopped Lucas. "She can't! She's pregnant! She can't get tested!" Lucas insisted on making Rosalie get tested, though. Rosalie couldn't take it anymore. She shook Lucas off and looked into his eyes. "What will happen to the baby if I am a match?" His mind was blank, so he didn't stop to think as he blurted his genuine thoughts, "It's more important to save Isabelle's life. You're still young, Rosie. We can have other children! Isabelle is your aunt and your mother's sister! How can you watch her die?" Rosalie's eyes reddened at that. After a moment, she lowered her head and chuckled, suddenly glad she'd already aborted the baby. She didn't say anything else as she went off to get tested. She wasn't doing this to save her husband's beloved—no, she wanted to save her aunt.