Triplets Attack: Game Over Daddy

Triplets’ Attack: Game Over Daddy Chapter 107

Chapter 107 A Plea For Help

Jessica’s dejection had Elizabeth launched a final appeal to Leonard. “Mr. Johnson, could you please help my friend? Pearl’s a beautiful and bright kid. If we don’t find a bone marrow donor soon, she’ll only have half a year left to live.” eyes. As her words fell, tears welled in her Leonard took a sip from his teacup and croaked, “This is your plight. I’m sorry, but I can’t help.”

His rejection was firm and brutal. Getting to her feet, Jessica gave him a how and apologized, “Sorry for taking up your time then, Mr. Johnson.”

With that, she walked toward the door, utterly dispirited. Elizabeth got up hastily when she noticed Jessica’s behavior. After shooting Leonard a bitter glance, Elizabeth chased after Jessica.

“We’ll think of something, Jess.” Once they were outside Leonard’ condominium, Jessica leaned into Elizabeth and burst into tears. Jessica stammered through her sobs, “T-I thought there was h-hope for Pearl. What should I do n-now?” Elizabeth was furious, yet she could hardly drag Leonard off to the operating theater. She felt as helpless as Jessica.

are tons of people in this world. I’m sure there’s another match out there.” She paused for thought before suggesting, “Why don’t you track down Pearl’s father

for help these days that a few more hardly dented her pride. With that, both women left The Estuary, Leonard’ condominium. In the meantime, Leonard dialed Matthew’s number. The line only connected after a long time. “What?” A man’s cold and impatient voice drifted through the receiver Leonard smiled and teased, “Someone’s in a bad mood without his personal secretary by his side.” Nicolas had told him all about Matthew browbeating Elizabeth into working at his company. Matthew had made her his personal secretary,

at the perfume on Leonard

to my house just now?” Having no interest in knowing about Leonard’

minute. Elizabeth Wade came to

did not make good on

stony-faced Matthew

who can make our dear Mr. Hilton eat his words! “Tell me,” Matthew