[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":10},["ShallowReactive",2],{"viewer-data-26032200D266-473":3},{"id":4,"number":5,"name":6,"content":7,"isLocked":8,"price":9,"hasRead":8},473,6,"Chapter 6: The Donor Who Let Her Die","\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Diego’s mind went blank.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">He forced his eyes to focus, again and again, until the name on the file finally registered: Kya Medina.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"She… she has leukemia?\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">A barrage of memories hit him. The way Kya had been losing clumps of her hair, those random nosebleeds he’d dismissed as simple exhaustion. He had chalked it all up to stress.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Kya, you idiot! Why didn't you tell me?!\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">He thought of the frozen bank accounts, the public humiliations. He had pushed her to the brink while she was fighting for her life. She must have loathed him.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Diego’s fists clenched. He slammed them against the wall with everything he had. Skin split, blood welled, but he barely felt the pain. He trembled, his vision swimming.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">He stared at his phone, panic tightening its grip on his chest. He dialed his private investigator.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Find her. Right now. I don't care what it takes.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">A call from his assistant interrupted his spiral: there was a disturbance at the office. Diego paced through the building, his jaw tight. As he reached the stairs, a shrill voice cut through the air. Aliza Cook.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Are you people insane? It’s my bone marrow, and I’ll donate it if I damn well please!\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"I only considered it for the payout before,\" she hissed. \"But now that I’m with Diego, why would I risk my health? Get lost!\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">The doctor sighed, his voice thick with defeat. \"Ms. Medina is a good person. Her blood type is incredibly rare. If you don't save her... she won't make it.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Aliza let out a sharp, cold laugh. \"Haven't you heard? Kya jumped into the river. She doesn't need my donation anymore.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">She froze as she caught sight of Diego standing in the doorway, his face a hollow mask.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"D-Diego?\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Diego moved toward her, his movements stiff and mechanical. \"You knew she was sick? You were the donor?\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">She nodded, stunned. Diego lunged, grabbing her by the collar, his roar shaking the room.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Then why the hell didn't you stop me?!\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Aliza was too terrified to answer. The doctor stepped forward, his eyes weary. \"Mr. Cox, I know my place, but I watched her suffer for months. It broke my heart when she told me she couldn't afford the treatment. And now... she’s gone.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Diego’s eyes widened. \"She actually jumped?\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">He looked at Aliza and saw the guilt etched into her pale face. The realization hit him like a physical blow. He shoved past her, stumbling out the door and racing toward the river.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Kya!\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Police had already cordoned off the area. \"A witness reported a jump, sir,\" an officer said, blocking his path. \"We’re searching the water now. Please, stay back.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Diego stood there, feeling the crushing weight of Kya’s despair. No money. No donor. A dead mother. He had been the final nail in her coffin.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">He gripped the bridge railing until his knuckles bled. The composure he’d spent a lifetime perfecting shattered into a million jagged pieces. He let out a guttural, primal roar of agony, his shoulders shaking with the force of his sobs.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Kya... I'm so sorry.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Aliza hurried toward him, reaching out. \"Diego, please, stop—\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">He whirled around, his face a mask of terrifying, ice-cold rage. He shoved her away with enough force that she stumbled, his eyes burning with an intensity that silenced her instantly.\u003C/p>",false,0,1774272929130]