The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 732

“I… I had hoped Rosalie might be able to persuade you, but… I feared she might not succeed, so… I couldn’t help but come in anyway,” Warren stammered. “I know you didn’t want to see me and had no desire to accept my liver, but…”

He paused, taking a deep breath, summoning all his strength to continue, “I’m begging you to undergo the operation. Once you’ve had it, I promise I won’t ever show up in your

your life again. You don’t have to see me ever again if you don’t want

to!”

All he wanted was for her to be well and alive.

Amelia looked at him and inquired, “If we’re truly going through with this surgery, it will be risky for you as well. What are your conditions?”

Her tone remained remarkably composed as if they were merely discussing a business arrangement between them.

“Conditions?” Warren exclaimed inwardly, his eyes widening in surprise. “Are you saying… you’re willing to go through with the surgery?”

“Yes,” she replied with determination, motivated by her love for her son and her mother. “If you have any conditions, please state them clearly. I don’t want to be indebted to you. However, if I happen to pass away during the surgery or experience rejection afterward, I may not be able to fulfill your conditions.”

“No! You won’t die!” Warren exclaimed with agitation. “There won’t be any rejection. You donated your bone marrow to me in the past. The blood in my body now is made from your bone marrow. Our blood is the same. How could there be rejection after the surgery?”

In a way, his liver was the most compatible source for her in the world, given their shared blood from the past bone marrow donation.

“So what are your conditions?” That was all she cared about.

His lips moved as he contemplated, “My conditions? My only condition is for her to survive. As long as she stays alive, I’d be willing to do anything!”

fret about owing me anything, because this is my way of repaying the debt. You donated bone marrow to me in the past, so now, I’m

Once the surgery is over, let’s… not meet again, Warren. I simply wish to

had come to accept that this might be the end for him and her, hearing her words still pained his

had loved most in his life had

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him.

if you ever find yourself facing a problem that you

closed her eyes slowly, as if whatever he said held no significance for

shortly after Warren

anesthesiologist say, “Mr. York, we are going to administer anesthesia now.”

he responded, devoid of fear and filled

Even if something went wrong and he was to pass away on the operating table, he still held

long he lived, he couldn’t possibly repay

sensing the faint tingling of the anesthesia needle piercing his body,

found Jonathan standing at the bedside, accompanied by the doctor and a few nurses.

at this point, so he didn’t experience intense pain

Amelia?” Warren said

went well, but she’ll need to be monitored in the ICU ward for two days post-surgery,” Jonathan was the one who

of relief. As long as the operation

could never be in her presence again, at least she would carry a piece of

for the rest of her life, accompanying

of him. Perhaps, in a way, this was another form of keeping each other company, even if

about