Semua Bab Unveiling the True Match: Bab 491 - Bab 500

As Yaslyn and Xoan entered the room, Tyler quickly composed himself, striving to appear less disheveled than he felt."How did you find out before me?" Yaslyn asked, surprised, noting that Tyler had even managed to catch an earlier flight."Zyra calls me every day, but today she didn't. So, I rang her up, and her assistant answered, informing me about the situation," Tyler explained.A chill had enveloped him the moment he had heard the news earlier that day. Without hesitation, he had excused himself from the meeting, raced to the airport, and had his assistant book the quickest flight out.Yaslyn's voice was laced with concern. "How is Zyra now?"Tyler took a deep breath. "She's running a high fever. Her skin is blotchy with red rashes. The doctors... They aren't optimistic. They say she needs a bone marrow transplant urgently. She might not have much time." The weight of his words hung heavily in the air.The news hit Yaslyn hard, but she fought to control her emotions. "Do we

Clarke insisted that Marcus participate in the race, demanding his involvement in such an intense and high-risk competition even though he was not in the best state. Upon considering this, a hint of resolve hardened Xoan's gaze.Sensing the storm that was about to come, Clarke hurriedly tried to diffuse the situation. "Mr. Xoan Warren, please try to understand. If Marcus had backed out, the organizers would've been furious. It could have jeopardized his future prospects in the sport..."Xoan retorted sarcastically, "Future prospects? Do you really believe my brother needs racing to secure his future?"It was a valid point. With its vast empire, the Warren family ensured that even if Marcus chose a life of leisure, he would still lead a comfortable life.The coach, caught off guard, struggled to respond. However, Xoan's icy gaze silenced him. It was clear that if Marcus walked out of it unscathed, things might be forgiven. If not, hell would rain down on whoever was responsible.Ti

"Let's see… I'd love some crispy fried fish, fried shrimp, stir-fried meat..."Zyra counted on her fingers, her craving evident. However, every single one of her culinary wishes was shot down."You're a patient, freshly awake. You need something light," Yaslyn gently rebuffed.Zyra's face scrunched up in frustration. "Yaslyn, you know very well I don't like bland food. I can't stomach it.""No matter what you fancy, you can't indulge in greasy foods right now. The doctor mentioned that it would slow down your recovery."With a thoughtful sigh, Zyra finally relented. "Fine, I'll settle for something light."Tyler stood up decisively. "Stay with her for a bit. I'll go get the food."Yaslyn nodded. Alone with Zyra, she seemed torn between speaking and holding back."Yaslyn, is there something you want to tell me?""Do you know who saved you?"Shaking her head with genuine confusion, Zyra replied, "I asked Tyler. He told me the donor wanted to remain anonymous. Tyler also mention

"No, we're not breaking up." Tyler exhaled deeply, choosing to believe that Zyra's words were but a momentary lapse of reason. "Sweetheart, don't overthink this. Eat your meal. If you don't like it, I'll go and get you something else."Rising from his seat, Tyler prepared to exit the room to fetch her a different meal.Suddenly, Zyra buried her face into her blanket, her voice desolate and broken. "I can't handle this situation, Tyler. I can't be with you in good conscience right now. I know you understand what I mean. Can we please break up, just for now?"She herself could not comprehend it, but when she was with Tyler, she would be overwhelmed by a wave of guilt. Marcus died because of her, yet here she was—openly dating another man. It seemed so unfair to Marcus. She was not trying to be a saint, nor was she being naive, but she simply could not reconcile herself with this tragic outcome.Tyler turned and stared at Zyra intently before saying, his voice having a slight crack, "

The young girl only intended to annoy Zyra slightly, the water was not set to be particularly hot, but the unexpected splash on her hand still made her cry out in surprise."Gah!"Zyra looked at her reddened fingers and demanded, "What are you doing? Why did you purposely spill it on me?"Such swift retaliation."I didn't! You just didn't hold it steady enough, so it spilled on you," the girl replied 'innocently', starkly contrasting her previous disdainful arrogance."Now you're framing people too, huh?"Zyra glared at her, preparing to continue her tirade when a frigid voice was heard from behind."Quite unexpected for someone to boldly cause trouble in my law firm."Recognizing the familiar voice, Zyra could no longer keep her composure. She stood up abruptly and turned to face the man she longed for day and night. Seeing him impeccably dressed in a suit, yet with a trace of fatigue between his brow, she could not help but feel a pang of sympathy. "Tyler, I...""Do you need