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The doctor studied him carefully before finally breaking the silence. “Ms. Nash’s condition has worsened
significantly. If her emotional state continues to destabilize, her system may initiate a defensive rejection. We
might then have to consider another transplant.”
In previous visits, it had been clear to the doctor that Lise wasn’t genuinely ill. As a private institution
accustomed to indulging the theatrics of young lovers, they had overlooked such trivial matters. But now, the
gravity of the situation demanded a preemptive warning to Kristopher—to prevent any potential outbursts later.
With measured precision, Kristopher removed the cigarette from his lips, tapping it against the ashtray’s rim
before extinguishing it. Turning his steely gaze to the doctor, he asked, “And what becomes of the original heart
should a second transplant be necessary?”
“Hmm?” The question caught the doctor off guard. He had expected concern for Lise, not the organ itself. After a
moment's hesitation, he replied, “A second procedure would result in the original heart no longer existing.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKristopher’s brow furrowed further. “Is it possible then to re-transplant the original heart into another?”
Pen hovering midair, the doctor paused. “Highly unlikely. Any rejection would compromise its functionality.”
Kristopher stood, his demeanor hardening. “Prioritize the heart's preservation.”
“I want minimal rejection risk.” The doctor’s voice held a note of caution. “Sof the stronger medications
might harm her more than help.” Kristopher’s face remained impassable. “At all costs, preserve the heart.”
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“Very well, Mr. Norris.” It was painfully clear now—Kristopher’s concern lay more with the heart inside Lise than
with Lise herself.
Later that night, after several drinks, Carrie and Camille were slightly inebriated. One sprawled across the coffee
table, the other slouched against the couch, mumbling incoherently.
In the middle of the night, Kristopher arrived home. Upon entering the room and observing the chaos, his
expression soured. He paused in the doorway and decisively called out to Albin, his tone cold as he commanded,
“Cover to Bayview Villa immediately and pick up your woman.”
Startled awake by the firmness in Kristopher’s voice, Albin bolted upright in bed. Still disoriented, he began
dressing, not fully comprehending who Kristopher referred to as “your woman.”
Circling the disarray, Kristopher stopped by Carrie, who, semi-conscious, was mumbling under her breath. His
noccasionally surfaced amid less-than-flattering remarks.
Attempting to lift her, he touched her shoulder, causing her eyes to flutter open. Noticing the polished leather
shoes before her on the lavish carpet, Carrie's expression turned into a scowl.
He had expected her to either ignore him or confront him angrily. Instead, she weakly shoved at his leg, clad in
fine trousers, saying, “Move away! Those shoes will ruin the expensive carpet.”
With a quiet laugh, Kristopher responded, “Worried about the carpet now? You've treated this luxury piece worse
than garbage.”
Glancing around, Carrie took in the sight of empty liquor bottles, beer stains marring the once-spotless carpet,
and chicken bones tangled in its fibers. A pang of remorse struck her, and she straightened up, attempting to
obscure the disaster from his view.
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