The CEO’S Unplanned Heir novel (Aurelia and Leopold) novel Chapter 329

Chapter 329 

“So what? We’re getting married soon, and there’s no other woman I could possibly marry but her,” Arnold declared, steadfast and unwavering.. 

Lisa was eerily calm, offering a slight smile, “Mr. Arnold, this is my only request. I hope you’ll at least consider it.” 

“No need.” Arnold turned and walked away. He found this woman utterly revolting. 

Returning to the hospital, Magnolia was wheeled into the emergency room. 

It took an hour before the doctor emerged. 

“The patient’s condition is critical. We need to perform a bone marrow transplant immediately. If we don’t find a suitable donor this week, I’m afraid there won’t be much hope.” 

Marcia started crying, “Arnold, just agree to Lisa’s request. Once Magnolia is saved, you can divorce her. If Aurelia truly loves you, she’ll understand.” 

Arnold slumped into a chair, cradling his head in his hands. 

He never dreamed he would see his mother again. Past memories flashed before his eyes like a carousel of images. 

He didn’t want to lose his mother again, but he was also terrified of losing Aurelia. 

Would she understand? Forgive him? Wait for him? What if Leopold took this opportunity to snatch her away? 

When he returned to Elysium, Aurelia was busy preparing for her first day at work the next day. 

“Arnold, you’re back. I made some soup, let me get you a bowl.” 

She rose to head to the kitchen, but he caught her hand, saying, “Don’t leave, Aurelia!” 

He held her tightly, burying his head in her chest. He had nearly missed their connection once, nearly lost her once. After great effort, he had managed to pull her away from Leopold. He couldn’t make another mistake. 

Aurelia sensed his distress and gently stroked his head, “What’s wrong, Arnold? What happened?” 

Arnold was so disoriented that he didn’t know how to explain it to her. 

“I saw my mother.” 

“What?” Aurelia gasped, “I thought your mother…” 

“She’s not dead. But she’s sick, very sick.” Arnold’s voice was hoarse, as though his throat 

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had been scorched. 

Aurelia stiffened and quickly embraced him for comfort. 

“I’ll pack some things and we’ll go take care of her together.” 

Arnold tried his best to speak again, “She needs a bone marrow transplant, but her blood type is rare. It’s hard to find a match. My aunt found a suitable donor, but unfortunately, she’s a lunatic.” 

His tone was laced with anger, which Aurelia picked up on. 

“Does she have an unreasonable demand?” 

Arnold stayed silent, releasing her slowly to fetch a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet. He poured himself a generous amount, downing it in one gulp. 

He didn’t know how to tell her. Only with the help of the alcohol could he muster some courage. 

The strong alcohol burned his throat, making his voice even raspier, “That damn lunatic wants to get married with me.” 

A sharp pang shot through Aurelia’s heart, leaving her feeling cold. This was clearly taking advantage of a desperate situation. 

“What are you planning to do?” 

“I don’t know.” Arnold, flustered, poured another glass. Just as he was about to lift it to his lips, she stopped him. 

She knew that by telling her, he had already made up his mind. 

That was his mother, the woman who had given him life and raised him. He couldn’t possibly abandon her. Otherwise, he would be plagued by guilt for the rest of his life. 

“Arnold, save your mother.” 

“Aurelia!” He embraced her once more, “Once my mom is better, I’ll find a way to divorce 

her.” 

Aurelia closed her eyes, a single tear trickling down her cheek.