Chapter 101
Chapter 101:
The moment they spotted him, both men rushed toward him as though he were their only hope.
“Dr. Walsh, you have to speak to Mr. Yates! He’s insisting on having one of his own kidneys removed!” Bobby said.
Brent’s expression darkened immediately.
He could not allow Colton inside that operating room.
Brent entered the operating room. The harsh white lights reflected off every metal surface. His voice dropped, yet urgency carried through it. “Colton, this cannot be real. If you go through with this, your health will pay the price p>
Without shifting his focus from Kristine lying unconscious on the table, Colton answered calmly, “You were the one who said a person can survive just fine with only one p>
For a brief moment, Brent faltered, and the right words refused to come.
“I have already decided,” Colton said firmly, leaving no room for argument. He noticed another gurney being rolled into place and moved toward it, lowering himself down with deliberate care.
Brent looked back at Kristine, and something dark flickered across his expression. “Proceed with the surgery p>
“Dr. Walsh, please — you cannot do this,” a nurse said.
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“Do it now!” Brent snapped.
With visible reluctance, the surgical staff sealed off the room and prepared to begin.
Beyond the closed doors, Bobby and Justin stood frozen, unable to speak. What could Colton possibly be thinking?
Inside the operating room, Colton slowly turned his head toward Kristine’s table. Under sedation, she lay completely still, her face calm and untouched by pain.
The sight carried him back to the very first moment their paths had crossed.
That afternoon, she had caught his attention without trying. In a quiet corner, she sat alone, fully absorbed in the book in her hands. Sunlight softened her features as it streamed through the window, while shadows from the trees outside blurred gently against the glass.
Later…
A faint smile formed at the edge of his mouth.
She had been anything but quiet. But her kindness had always been genuine.
Across four years, she never truly raised her voice in anger. He had taken her restraint as emotional distance, convincing himself that she could endure pain without letting it reach her.
Everything shifted during the week they were meant to register their marriage at the courthouse. Something in her demeanor changed, and even the smallest moments turned into disputes. To him, it had all felt unnecessary, so he chose distance instead of understanding.
Only now did clarity finally settle in.
What she had shown was never drama. It was the weight of four years of restraint finally spilling over. The day he failed to show up at the courthouse was the moment everything collapsed.
The realization pressed against his chest until it hurt to breathe.
A sudden sting along his arm snapped his attention back. The anesthesiologist leaned closer, syringe in hand.
“Stop,” Colton said, his voice cutting through the steady rhythm of the machines. Under the surgical lights, his expression was cold and unyielding. “I do not want that p>