Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 527

I knew Russel wouldn't intentionally hurt me, but his actions often caused me harm in ways he probably didn't even realize. Even the strongest spirit couldn't endure his manipulations and deceit, especially since I had placed so much trust in him initially after my rebirth, only to have it slowly erode over time.

"So what did you mean when you said I still have some use?" I wanted to move away from the previous conversation and get to the point.

"If Neil insists on performing surgery on Hiram, I can prevent Karina from revealing the truth about Serena and Brandon," Russel replied casually.

"How could she possibly agree to that? If no one else is available, she's bound to consider using Serena and Brandon!" The mere thought of this possibility was enough to unsettle me.

Russel simply glanced at me with a subtle look in his eyes as our car started moving, crossing the intersection and continuing forward.

"I have my ways, trust me," he finally answered after a while.

Trust. That was something I couldn't afford to give Russel anymore. My agitation grew at the thought of the potential danger to my children. I wasn't noble enough to risk my six-month-old babies to save Neil's child with another woman.

As I sat in silence, we arrived at the hotel. I returned to my room without a word, my mind preoccupied with Hiram's condition.

What would Neil do if the worst were to happen? Would he accept my refusal to let Serena and Brandon be bone marrow donors, knowing they were his children too?

I tossed and turned the whole night, haunted by dreams of Hiram undergoing surgery. When I woke up, I felt disoriented and exhausted.

My phone rang at that moment. It was Dylan.

He called me almost every other day, sometimes when I was unable to answer. His messages were always the same, a frantic inquiry about Karina's whereabouts, each time more urgent than the last. If I hadn't seen him in person and witnessed his apparent good health, I might have thought he was terminally ill and desperate for treatment.

This time, I answered the call. "Hello?"

"Ms. Finch, do you have Dr. Karina's contact information yet?" Dylan's voice was on the verge of tears; a grown man reduced to tears over the phone, filled with fear and tension.

"Not yet, Mr. Dylan. Are you in a hurry? What's so urgent that you need to find her?" I asked, feigning ignorance. "I have a friend who might have Dr. Karina's contact information, but she's not open to private consultations right now. It's not easy to reach her unless you have other reasons for seeking her."

Dylan stuttered, "I...I just need her medical help, Ms. Finch. Who's your friend? If they can find Karina for me, I'm willing to pay!"

"Money can't solve everything, Dylan. If there's something else, contact me then." I pretended to be impatient and hung up the phone.

I didn't believe that Dylan, desperate as he was, could continue to hold back.

Having just arrived in the country, he was likely unfamiliar with everything and everyone. Although he spoke some Chinese, he wasn't great at texting and didn't know many people. Finding Karina would be difficult for him.

After ending the call with Dylan, I freshened up a bit to revive my spirits. Just as I finished, Faith called to let me know she had been discharged from the hospital and was now at home.

"Faith, I didn't come to visit often back then..." I recalled with a touch of awkwardness. I had been so focused on Neil that I hardly thought of coming here.

Faith smiled understandingly, "It's alright. We knew you were looking after Neil. He's not the type you could leave alone."

Her understanding and support were what made it so hard for me to be indifferent towards her. I sighed quietly.

"By the way, you mentioned there was something you wanted to ask. What is it?" I remembered what Faith had said on the phone and asked.

"What's really wrong with Hiram?" Faith asked straightforwardly. Her gaze was unusually sharp, carrying an air of authority that made me tense up.

She was afraid I might lie, hence the stern demeanor.

How should I respond? Her questioning me was a clear indication that Neil hadn't spilled the beans yet. And if I did...

"Faith, about Hiram, he..." I hesitated for a moment, then firmly replied, "I'm not entirely sure. Neil just told me he's having some stomach issues. What's up? Is there something you're suspicious about?"

I met Faith's scrutinizing gaze head-on. It should be Neil to break this news, not me. If I were to cause any undue distress to Faith, I'd never forgive myself.