Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 212: Why Didn’t You Tell Me?

Natalie looked at him with hopeful eyes.

"But first, you have to listen to me. You trust me, don’t you?" Justin asked softly.

She nodded. "Then take me to her."

"Soon. I will, but first, let me take you back to the room," Justin insisted, lifting her gently into his arms.

Helpless and weak, she allowed him to carry her, closing her teary eyes as the tears continued to fall. On the way back, Justin noticed Aiden Shaw watching them from a distance. Aiden shook his head slightly, silently warning Justin not to be reckless and not to do anything that might endanger Caryn’s health.

Justin didn’t react and silently carried Natalie back to the suite. He placed her carefully on the bed, ensuring she was comfortable.

Feeling the strain and pain in her back, Natalie didn’t resist. She knew she shouldn’t have walked, and now she was paying the price for it.

Before Justin could call for help, the doctor arrived, clearly sent by Aiden Shaw to check on her.

The doctor examined Natalie carefully, paying particular attention to the procedure site on her back. He frowned and asked, "Are you feeling much pain?"

She shook her head, but Justin quickly interjected. "She’s in pain."

will ease your pain and also

doctor spoke next, his tone serious. "Ms. Natalie, you weren’t supposed to walk tonight, at least. Please rest properly and follow our instructions. The site of the procedure is delicate, and we don’t

seeing the doctor’s

confiscated earlier. Aiden Shaw had evidently

notification popped up. It was from

He was sitting at the edge of the bed, holding her hand and gently caressing it. "Is the pain

breath, grateful for the quick relief the medication provided. The pain, which had been unbearable moments ago, was now finally subsiding, allowing her

saw a woman today," Natalie began in a weak voice. "She looked exactly like

she continued. "You knew,

I confirmed it for sure," Justin replied. "But I had my suspicions even before. That’s why I agreed to the bone marrow donation—because it was for your mother. If it had been for anyone else, I’d have let them

she asked, her

the donor to be genetically close to the recipient—usually their child, parent, or sibling. Then, the patient is a woman in her late forties. If

"Also, think about the man who approached you. He had been living abroad, yet out of millions of people worldwide, he somehow singled you out as the donor, even though you had

eyes wide with disbelief as she

far too smart and

not deny it anymore. Even

the medicine is starting to take effect. You should close your eyes and rest.

her head weakly, her voice trembling as she asked,