Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 914: Chapter 914: Gigi Does Not Have Leukemia

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The coffee cup was inlaid with golden threads, exquisite in every way, as if it were an object used in a royal court. White smoke curled up from the coffee, carrying the faint aroma of coffee beans.

Without drinking it, Enna Clark knew this was a premium coffee.

But she didn’t want to drink coffee now, nor could she. She pursed her lips, as if she wanted to say something but then hesitated.

Lyle Westbrook knew what she was about to say; how could he not? He took the coffee, elegantly sipped it, then set it down and volunteered, “Gigi was someone I found.”

“After leaving Capital City, I returned to my family. There were many trivial family matters to attend to, so I came over to Country T. While dealing with these family matters, I discovered Gigi. She must have been trafficked, as she was locked in a small room. When I found her, she was running a high fever. So I took her back with me and called a doctor. Initially, we treated her fever as any child’s, administering some antipyretics, but when I noticed we couldn’t get her temperature under control, I took her to the Hospital for an examination. The tests showed anomalies in her blood count; her white blood cell count was many times higher than that of a healthy person. Later, I took it upon myself to have her thoroughly examined and found she has a genetic disease.”

...When Enna Clark heard that Gigi’s white blood cells were higher than normal and that there was a genetic disease, she lowered her eyelids, “Gigi has an inherited blood disorder, but as for the white blood cells, I’m not sure if she has…”

She didn’t get to say “Leukemia” before Lyle Westbrook interrupted her with his gentle voice, “It’s not Leukemia. I’ve checked; it’s just a blood disorder caused by the genetic disease. It’s complicated, but we know that this disorder will cause her to have recurrent fevers, and her white blood cell count will rise accordingly.”

“It’s not Leukemia?” That was the best news Enna Clark had heard in days. She couldn’t help but open her eyes wide and grasp the man’s wrist in front of her, seeking reassurance, “Gigi really doesn’t have Leukemia?”

Lyle Westbrook shifted his gaze from her hand, his features softened a few degrees, his Peach Blossom Eyes unobstructed by gold-rimmed glasses were as beautiful as a demon’s, enchanting and soul-stealing, “No. I’ve conducted a comprehensive examination, I can assure you she doesn’t have Leukemia.”

But this disease was almost as troublesome as Leukemia, perhaps even more so.

At least with Leukemia, it is now understood how to treat it, whereas how to treat this rare blood genetic disease was completely unclear.

However, not treating it at all would mean that the repeated fevers alone could be fatal to a one-year-old child.

These past few days he had been researching how to control Gigi’s condition.

Now, he had a tentative plan.

Hope sparked in Enna Clark’s eyes. She couldn’t wait to take Gigi back for an examination to confirm it really wasn’t Leukemia. She felt restless, struggling to stay calm as she looked into Lyle Westbrook’s eyes to negotiate, “Mr. Howell, may I take Gigi back with me, please?”

She remembered Wyndham Howell from a year ago but didn’t recognize the Young Master Lyle referred to by the Nurse.

She wasn’t sure if Wyndham Howell would let Gigi go.

Or if there would be any conditions for her release.

But whatever the conditions, she would do her utmost to meet them.

Lyle met her gaze as it came his way, and when he saw the anxiety in her expressive eyes, his Peach Blossom Eyes flashed a hint of bitterness.

She didn’t trust him.

Even though she hadn’t shown it, he could tell; she didn’t believe him.

The bitterness in his heart deepened, his throat went dry, and suddenly he found himself at a loss for words.

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