Raise Your Bastard? Nah, Reborn to Return Your Future Jailbird! - Chapter 116: Chapter 116
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They all just stood there, stunned into silence.
Then Imogene suddenly shrieked,
"That's impossible! He's too young to have kidney cancer!"
Barnabas shouted,
"Exactly!"
"Our grandson is perfectly healthy."
"This is a scam!"
"You crooked doctors are just trying to bleed us dry!"
"We'll sue your damn hospital!"
Thad and Cletus jumped in too, accusing the hospital of messing up the tests.
The doctor sighed, clearly used to this kind of denial.
"I understand this is hard to hear."
"But the results are accurate."
"Your grandson has late-stage kidney cancer."
"If we don't find a compatible donor soon, he might not last a month."
But no matter how calmly the doctor explained it, they refused to accept it.
Imogene and Barnabas made a huge scene, screaming through the ER like lunatics.
Accusing the staff of robbing them, yelling about medical scams.
When they left, they went straight to a top-tier private hospital.
As Jethro went into the exam room, Imogene crossed her arms and huffed,
"This place ranks in the top ten nationwide."
"They'll give us the real diagnosis."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
But Thad's face betrayed a flicker of worry.
Soon, the doctor returned with the new results.
They crowded around him, desperate for good news.
"Doctor, he's fine, right?"
"My grandson eats well, lives well—he can't be sick!"
"I knew it. That other hospital was full of quacks trying to screw us!"
But the doctor shook his head.
And gave them the same brutal truth.
"I'm sorry."
"Your grandson does have kidney cancer."
"And it's advanced."
"The previous hospital's diagnosis was correct."
"If we don't find a donor, he doesn't have much time."
The hope drained from their faces in an instant.
Thad's eyes went wide, his world collapsing.
Imogene's lips trembled before she dropped to her knees, wailing.
"No! No, this can't be happening!"
"My baby—my precious grandson—he can't have cancer!"
"He was fine just a few days ago… how could this happen?"
But it was no use.
No tantrum, no denial could change what was real.
After what felt like hours of crying, Imogene suddenly snapped out of it.
She grabbed the doctor's coat, pleading,
"Please, please save him! He's my only grandson."
"The whole Miller legacy depends on him!"
The doctor let out a tired sigh.
"We'll do what we can."
"But the only real solution is finding a kidney donor."
"Please go settle the payment so we can admit him."
They rushed to the billing desk—
But the moment they heard it would cost two hundred grand for the first round of treatment, they exploded.
"That's outrageous!"
"You're just ripping people off!"
The nurse stayed calm.
"Most of the meds are imported."
"That's why it's so high."
"And this is only the first stage."
"If you can't find a donor, there'll be second and third rounds."
Imogene had no choice but to grit her teeth and pay.
After all, this was their golden boy.
But when they were told there were no matching donors in the hospital…
They completely lost it.
"The chances of a match are low."
"Blood relatives have the highest compatibility."
The doctor's words made something click.
They remembered how weird I'd acted that day.
Everything made sense.
"I knew that woman was up to something!"
"That barren witch knew all along!"
"She knew our grandson had cancer and didn't say anything!"
"She just wants him to die!"
"This is all her fault!"
"She has to give up a kidney to save my grandson!"
Then Imogene suddenly shrieked,
"That's impossible! He's too young to have kidney cancer!"
Barnabas shouted,
"Exactly!"
"Our grandson is perfectly healthy."
"This is a scam!"
"You crooked doctors are just trying to bleed us dry!"
"We'll sue your damn hospital!"
Thad and Cletus jumped in too, accusing the hospital of messing up the tests.
The doctor sighed, clearly used to this kind of denial.
"I understand this is hard to hear."
"But the results are accurate."
"Your grandson has late-stage kidney cancer."
"If we don't find a compatible donor soon, he might not last a month."
But no matter how calmly the doctor explained it, they refused to accept it.
Imogene and Barnabas made a huge scene, screaming through the ER like lunatics.
Accusing the staff of robbing them, yelling about medical scams.
When they left, they went straight to a top-tier private hospital.
As Jethro went into the exam room, Imogene crossed her arms and huffed,
"This place ranks in the top ten nationwide."
"They'll give us the real diagnosis."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
But Thad's face betrayed a flicker of worry.
Soon, the doctor returned with the new results.
They crowded around him, desperate for good news.
"Doctor, he's fine, right?"
"My grandson eats well, lives well—he can't be sick!"
"I knew it. That other hospital was full of quacks trying to screw us!"
But the doctor shook his head.
And gave them the same brutal truth.
"I'm sorry."
"Your grandson does have kidney cancer."
"And it's advanced."
"The previous hospital's diagnosis was correct."
"If we don't find a donor, he doesn't have much time."
The hope drained from their faces in an instant.
Thad's eyes went wide, his world collapsing.
Imogene's lips trembled before she dropped to her knees, wailing.
"No! No, this can't be happening!"
"My baby—my precious grandson—he can't have cancer!"
"He was fine just a few days ago… how could this happen?"
But it was no use.
No tantrum, no denial could change what was real.
After what felt like hours of crying, Imogene suddenly snapped out of it.
She grabbed the doctor's coat, pleading,
"Please, please save him! He's my only grandson."
"The whole Miller legacy depends on him!"
The doctor let out a tired sigh.
"We'll do what we can."
"But the only real solution is finding a kidney donor."
"Please go settle the payment so we can admit him."
They rushed to the billing desk—
But the moment they heard it would cost two hundred grand for the first round of treatment, they exploded.
"That's outrageous!"
"You're just ripping people off!"
The nurse stayed calm.
"Most of the meds are imported."
"That's why it's so high."
"And this is only the first stage."
"If you can't find a donor, there'll be second and third rounds."
Imogene had no choice but to grit her teeth and pay.
After all, this was their golden boy.
But when they were told there were no matching donors in the hospital…
They completely lost it.
"The chances of a match are low."
"Blood relatives have the highest compatibility."
The doctor's words made something click.
They remembered how weird I'd acted that day.
Everything made sense.
"I knew that woman was up to something!"
"That barren witch knew all along!"
"She knew our grandson had cancer and didn't say anything!"
"She just wants him to die!"
"This is all her fault!"
"She has to give up a kidney to save my grandson!"
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