From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 337 Receiving the Bone Marrow Test Results "What do I need your heart for?" she teased, poking his chest. "A heart can't save a life, but bone marrow can." Kelvin wanted to respond, but Penelope suddenly started crying, her tears falling onto his hand.

"My life is worse than death. Kelvin, save me." He reached out to grab her, but then he woke up.

Just a dream.

The office was vast, echoing with silence, leaving Kelvin feeling profoundly alone.

He glanced at his computer.

A pop-up in the corner showed real-tnews: "The 37th Annual Youth Piano Competition has begun. This event draws attention from all sectors. Many renowned pianists have won awards here..." Kelvin tried to close it but accidentally clicked on the news.

A photo popped up.

He immediately spotted Sam among the contestants! Sam wasn't in the front row; he was the youngest and shortest, but Kelvin recognized him instantly! He could play the piano at such a young age? And he dared to compete? This competition was nationally renowned, and past champions had becinternationally acclaimed masters! Kelvin was intrigued.

He didn't expect to focus on Sam again like this! Penelope was at the city hospital when she got a call from Sam.

"Mom, I got first place in our group and made it to the finals!" "The whole competition will be on TV. You have to watch!" Sam said confidently, "I'm sure I'll win the championship. My performance will amaze everyone!" "Yes, our Sam will be a piano master, touring the world with sold-out concerts. I'm so proud of you!" "Just wait! With the prize money, you can buy lots of pretty clothes, bags, and even get sfor Lucy and Ruby!" Penelope felt a warm glow in her heart.

"Got it. Focus on practicing the piano. Do you remember what I told you before you left?" "Yes, I remember!" Penelope asked, "Then repeat it." "Humility fosters progress, while pride leads to downfall," Sam replied, "But I can still make progress even if I'm proud!" Penelope shook her head with a smile.

That arrogance was just like Kelvin's.

Indeed, genetics were strong.

After hanging up, Penelope walked into the hospital ward where Lucy was reading a comic book.

"Lucy, it's tto take your medicine," Penelope said, bringing over swarm water. "You can read more later." Lucy blinked her big eyes. "Mom, I want to go home." "Lucy." Lucy pouted, trying to be strong, but she was still a child. Being sick, getting daily IVs, taking medicine, and lying in bed was too much for her.

Big tears fell, startling Penelope. "Lucy, what's wrong?" "I don't want to stay in the hospital and get any more shots or medicine." Lucy wiped her tears with the back of her hand, sobbing.

"The needles are so long, and I'm scared. The smell of medicine is everywhere, and I don't like it. Mom, I want to go to kindergarten, to play games and do crafts with my classmates." "Mom, what's wrong with me? Why do I have to stay in the hospital all the time?" "Am I going to die?" Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on nov@L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! Seeing Lucy so heartbroken, Penelope's tears welled up too.

She understood the terrifying grip illness had on Lucy. No matter how well-behaved Lucy tried to be, the pain would always break her down.

Penelope herself was on the verge of breaking down.

But she couldn't allow herself to collapse; she had too many things to do.

Brandon was helping her, Ruby too, and even Timothy.

With so many people holding on, how could she give up? "Mom, I won't cry. I'll be good, but I can't help it," Lucy said, burying herself in Penelope's arms. "Mom, can we go home?" Penelope gently patted her back, sniffing and forcing back her tears.

"We will go home. I'll take you home, but we have to wait until you get better," Penelope comforted softly, "If we don't cure your illness, you'll feel uncomfortable." "But my blood is red. Why do you all say I have leukemia?" Penelope didn't know how to explain.

She took a tissue and carefully wiped away Lucy's tears. "The illness doesn't matter. What matters is that our Lucy will get better." "Look, Sam went to the piano competition. He said he would win first place." "Then, he'll give you the trophy as a gift and givethe prize money. I'll buy you a beautiful dress." "Our Lucy's hair is so long now; we can braid it into a long braid. It'll look the best." Lucy's mood gradually calmed down.

"Mom, does my illness cost a lot of money?" Lucy asked, "I'm sorry, I..." "Don't talk about that. What does Lucy want to eat? I'll buy it for you." "I want fried chicken." Penelope agreed readily, "Sure! I'll buy it, and you can eat it!"

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She usually didn't allow the kids to eat such things, so when Lucyheard she could, she immediately smiled innocently. "Be good, okay? I'll go buy it and be back soon." "Okay, Mom, I'll wait for you!" As soon as Penelope walked out of the ward, tears started streaming down her face.

She leaned against the wall, crying for a long time, trying not to make any noise so Lucy wouldn't hear.

She also didn't dare cry for too long, fearing her eyes would get puffy and Lucy would notice.

After eating the fried chicken, Lucy's mood gradually improved, and she didn't cry when the nurse cto E give her an IV. "Such a good girl," the nurse said, "I've seen so many kids, and you're the most well-behaved and the cutest." Lucy replied sweetly, "Thank you." "Oh, what a sweet talker." Actually, Lucy was very afraid of the nurse because she always cto give shots.

But she still maintained her manners.

Penelope watched from the side, smiling slightly.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

She glanced at the caller ID and her smile froze as she walked to the balcony.

It was Brandon calling.

Penelope's heart was in her throat, her mouth dry, unable to speak for a long time.

She wanted to hear the answer but was afraid it wasn't the one she wanted.

It was the first tBrandon contacted her directly.

Before, it was always through Ruby.

"I asked Timothy for help," Brandon's voice was low and slow, "and now, we got the test results."