The odds of a successful bone marrow match were astronomically low. For unrelated donors, it was nearly impossible.

Yet a miracle had happened.

Sophia Laurent clutched the test results, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Vincent Grandelle could be saved.

She had just completed the preliminary matching test. Next would be the high-resolution typing.

As she stepped out of the lab, her footsteps were light, as if walking on clouds.

The gloom of recent days had completely lifted.

"Sophia."

A familiar voice made her pause.

Vincent Laurent stood at the end of the hallway, accompanied by a refined middle-aged man.

The man bore a striking resemblance to Vincent, though fine lines creased the corners of his eyes.

"Uncle," Sophia greeted politely.

Vincent Han nodded warmly. "You look well."

Just then, three tall figures rounded the corner.

The eldest, Victor Laurent, exuded quiet strength. The second, Matthew Laurent, was gentle and scholarly.

The youngest, Julian Laurent, was the most exuberant. He spread his arms wide. "Little sister!"

Vincent swiftly intercepted him. "Mind your manners."

Julian pouted, then pinched Sophia's cheek instead. "I always wanted a little sister to play with when I was young."

Sophia didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"What brings you all here?"

Vincent glanced toward the lab. "We heard about Vincent's condition. Brought them for testing."

Sophia waved her test results. "My preliminary match was successful."

Vincent's brow furrowed. "Donation takes a heavy toll. Let us try first."

"I'm not afraid."

"Silly girl." Vincent sighed softly. "You can't try for a baby for three years after donation. What about Ethan—"

Sophia's heart skipped a beat.

During the Lunar New Year, she and Ethan Sullivan had been inseparable, taking no precautions.

It wasn't until the sixth day that she remembered.

Could it be...

She resolved to buy a pregnancy test on her way home.

After Sophia left, Vincent led the others into the lab.

Before the blood draw, he pulled Dr. Sean Yan aside.

"Any slip-ups?"

Dr. Yan smiled. "Cross-generational genetic similarities are naturally faint. Don't worry."

"Thank you."

"You truly care for that girl."

Vincent's gaze softened. "She's my child. Of course I do."

Meanwhile...

Isabella Valentine sat sulking on Adrian Sullivan's couch.

"I matched with Grandfather."

Adrian swirled his wine glass. "Isn't that good news?"

"Good?!" Isabella seethed. "Do you know how painful bone marrow donation is? The mobilization shots could give me leukemia!"

Adrian sneered. "He's your own grandfather."

"Sophia can do it."

"She's not blood-related."

Isabella's eyes gleamed. "What if I got pregnant—"

Thud.

Adrian slammed his glass down. "You're truly heartless."

Unfazed, Isabella wrapped her arms around his waist. "Help me out~"

Adrian gripped her chin. "If something happened to me, would you act the same?"

"Of course not~" She giggled, undoing his shirt buttons.

The chandelier swayed for over an hour.

Afterward, Isabella immediately propped her legs against the wall, desperate to conceive.

For the next two weeks, she tried every trick to seduce Adrian.

But her stomach remained flat.

"Useless!" She stamped her foot in frustration.

Adrian smirked. "Maybe your soil just won't grow crops."

Finally, the day arrived for the high-resolution results.

The doctor adjusted his glasses. "Ms. Valentine, you're a perfect ten-point match."

Isabella paled.

"Ms. Laurent also qualifies, but a blood relative is preferable."

Isabella stammered incoherently.

Sophia stepped forward. "I'll donate."

The doctor cautioned gravely, "Once we begin myeloablation, there's no turning back."

"I understand."

As the doctor prepared the paperwork, Sophia suddenly covered her mouth, gagging.

The doctor's gaze sharpened. "Ms. Laurent, have you recently—"