"I'm sorry, Mrs. Amore, but that's the least we can do for now. I would advise you to find a donor immediately, or your daughter won't make it." The doctor's words struck Glory like a thunderbolt. "To be more specific, Mrs. Amore, your daughter has less than an hour left to survive. If a suitable donor isn't found as soon as possible, then I'm sorry, but we will lose her." Inside the ward, the doctor carefully explained Becca's condition to Glory. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her daughter... Her only daughter... Had less than an hour left to live. A wave of panic swept through her body as she stared at the doctor with trembling eyes. "Doc, you can't be serious, can you?" she asked, her voice shaking. "You can't possibly be serious when you say my daughter has only one hour left to live." Fear tightened around her chest. "There has to be another way, right, Doc?" she continued desperately. "There has to be something else we can do to save her." "I already told

Tyler was utterly stunned. He stared at the document in his hand, unable to believe what he was seeing. Divorce papers? Was Aria seriously asking him for a divorce? But why? What could possibly have made her come to such a decision? Had he done something wrong? Had he unknowingly offended her in some way? Tyler shook his head in confusion. As far as he could remember, he hadn't offended Aria. Neither had he done anything that would upset her or make her uncomfortable. So why was she asking for a divorce? With countless questions racing through his mind, Tyler tightened his grip on the papers and stepped closer to her. Lifting the document slightly, he looked at her and asked gently, "What... what is the meaning of this, Aria? Why are you asking me for a divorce? Is there something wrong?" Aria nodded. "Yes, Tyler. There is something wrong. In fact, there are many things wrong." Tyler's confusion deepened. He couldn't recall having any misunderstanding with her. He could