The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

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!”

debt. You donated bone marrow to me in the past, so now, I’m giving you my liver as a token of

murmured, “In that case, we won’t have any more debts between us. Once the surgery is over, let’s… not meet again, Warren. I simply wish to live the rest

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

person he had loved most in his life had now completely turned away

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him.

a hoarse voice. “But… if you ever find yourself facing a problem that you can’t solve, remember that you can come to me anytime. I’ll be there to do whatever it takes

as if whatever he said held no significance

transplantation was carried out shortly after Warren and Amelia

on the cold operating table, Warren heard the anesthesiologist say,

devoid of fear and filled only with

and he was to pass away

that no matter how long he lived,

anesthesia needle piercing his body, followed by the sensation of

Jonathan standing at the bedside, accompanied by the doctor and a

worn off at this point,

Warren said with difficulty.

be monitored in the ICU ward for two days post-surgery,”

out a sigh of relief. As long as the operation

he could never be in her presence again, at least

of her life, accompanying her through

once given him would always be a part of him. Perhaps, in a way, this was another form of keeping each other company, even if they

seemingly unconcerned about his

as the doctor explained various postoperative precautions and the potential impact of the surgery