The next day, Eleanor Sterling went to The Faulkner Group’s medical center.
Moira Ray’s condition had improved somewhat and she had woken up. With a bit more recuperation, she could undergo a bone marrow transplant.
"Take this blood for testing and see how well it matches with little Moira," Eleanor Sterling handed Ronan Keating’s blood to the staff.
Even though he’s Moira Ray’s father, it’s not guaranteed that the match would be perfect.
The staff took the blood and left hurriedly.
Eleanor Sterling walked over to the bedside, sat down, and gently touched Moira Ray’s head, softly asking, "Little Moira, how do you feel?"
"Godmother Eleanor, I’m much better."
Eleanor Sterling smiled softly, looking at her tenderly, "Your illness will soon be cured. Then you can be free and won’t need any more injections or medicine."
A look of joy flashed across Moira Ray’s face, "That’s great!"
"You should rest well. Your mommy is probably quite busy lately and might not have time to see you."
Moira Ray was very obedient; she didn’t cry or fuss. She just nodded and said, "It’s okay. When mommy has time to see me, I will be better, and I can give her a surprise."
Soon the results came out, and Ronan Keating’s match with Moira Ray’s bone marrow was very high. Updates are released by novęlfire.net
Eleanor Sterling started to make arrangements and prepare for the treatment.
At the medical school, Stella Hawthorne was happily planning to find Xander Lawson when she suddenly felt a pressing need and had to rush to the bathroom first.
After relieving herself and washing her hands, a woman suddenly appeared behind her; she saw the woman’s face clearly through the mirror.
Stella Hawthorne turned her head, surprised to see her, "Faye Sterling, what are you doing here?"
"Miss Hawthorne, long time no see. I have a little favor to ask of you," Faye Sterling flashed a cold smile.
Stella Hawthorne had a bad premonition; she took two steps back, "What do you want to do?"
"Of course, to use your identity. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll obediently come with me."
Stella Hawthorne naturally wouldn’t go with her; her eyes fell on the space behind Faye Sterling, and she tried to dash past.
But Faye Sterling had already seen through her intention, reached out to grab her, and a piece of white cloth was pressed over Stella Hawthorne’s mouth and nose.
She took a deep breath, inhaling all the drug, and then her eyes rolled back as she completely passed out.
Faye Sterling laughed coldly; the plan had succeeded.
When Stella Hawthorne awoke, she found herself in an unfamiliar setting. Faye Sterling was sitting not far away, along with a man wrapped tightly in coverings.
He wore a black mask and hat, only showing a pair of fearsomely intimidating eyes.
Stella Hawthorne frowned and asked, "Faye Sterling, what do you want by kidnapping me?"
Faye Sterling looked at Stella Hawthorne, "Shut up, you’re just bait; don’t speak."
"Do you want money? My father will give you money."
"Or do you want to use me for something?"
Stella Hawthorne was trying to gather information. Since Faye Sterling wouldn’t speak, she guessed one by one, thinking she could always figure something out from Faye Sterling’s expressions.
"Shut up," Faye Sterling scolded impatiently.
She looked at Fenrir, inquiring, "How is it going?"
Fenrir’s smile was sinister and cold, and he replied slowly, "I’ve already sent her a message. Now let’s watch a good show."
Stella Hawthorne looked at the two of them, a tinge of worry flashing across her face. Their target was Eleanor Sterling.