chapter189

Sandy stopped in her tracks, a bitter smile flickering on her face. Without saying a word, she turned and walked back to her room.

All those empty promises were just to get her to donate a kidney to Luke. That much was obvious.

Milana watched, her face darkening with frustration. It was just a kidney, not her whole life. Why was Sandy making such a big deal out of it?

Honestly, this was all Lydia's fault. Milana was convinced she'd done it on purpose. That girl was always stirring up trouble.

Fuming, Milana borrowed a maid's phone and fired off a message to Lydia.

[Lydia, you did this on purpose. You knew we hadn't told Sandy about donating yet, and you just blurted it out. Let me warn you, if she refuses and throws a fit, delaying Luke's surgery, I won't let you off the hook.]

Milana needed someone to take her anger out on, and Lydia was the perfect target. But Lydia wasn't about to back down.

She replied in seconds. [You know Luke needs surgery right away, but you still kept it from her. If there's a delay, it's on you, not me. You should be thanking me for saying what you couldn't. Well, I'll accept your thanks.]

Milana was so furious she almost threw the phone. Instead, she blocked Lydia and deleted the chat.

No matter what, Sandy had to donate that kidney. Milana refused to stand by and watch her son die.

Lydia set her phone aside and turned her attention to the stack of applicant profiles Josef had brought over.

Greenward Power needed new talent. This round of hiring wasn't just for high-level executives and directors; they were open to recent college grads and undergrads too. Sure, these young people didn't have much experience, but they brought fresh ideas. In design, imagination and raw talent mattered most. Just look at Jenny.

With Norwood Enterprises backing them, Greenward Power was flooded with applications. Lydia had just picked out three candidates for second interviews when her phone buzzed.

It was a video call from Dr. Hady.

She hesitated for a second. He wouldn't be calling her like this unless something was seriously wrong.

She answered right away.

"What happened?"

Dr. Hady's voice came through, tense and respectful. "Miss L, Mr. Norwood's wound just split open and there's a new rupture in the blood vessel We're suturing now, but your suturing technique is so precise. I need your guidance."

This had happened out of nowhere. Dr. Hady just happened to be on duty, and every second counted. The old man's life was hanging by a thread.

He had no choice but to call Lydia for help.

On the screen, Lydia could see Mr. Norwood lying on the operating table, his face ghostly pale from blood loss.

His chest was open. Dr. Hady, acting as lead surgeon, was trying to suture the damaged blood vessel.

Lydia didn't waste time asking questions. Now wasn't the moment.

"Take a breath. Keep your hands steady," she instructed.

"Yes," Dr. Hady answered quickly.

"His blood vessels are narrow. Use

you!

the thinnest polypropylene suture Line it up carefully. Make sure stitches are precise and

no'

continuous."

Lydia's clear, gentle voice drifted through the tense operating room, like a soothing

breeze. Everyone's nerves seemed to settle just a little.

With Lydia talking him through it, Dr.

Hady felt his confidence.return. He egevery move, every

detail from when he'd watched Lydia operate before.

Seeing he was back in control, Lydia continued.

"Control the tension and pace of the needle. Use a continuous suturing technique so

you don't damage the vessel or cause more bleeding."