In the dim light of the living room, Ainsley leaned back in a high-backed leather chair, his sharp eyes fixed on Richard, who sat with a blank expression on the couch across from him. The fire in the hearth crackled, casting shadows on the hardwood floor. “She lied to me,” Ainsley said, his voice low but heavy with restrained fury. “She didn’t tell anyone, but she went behind my back to donate her bone marrow to you.” His gaze was cutting, like a blade honed on betrayal.
Richard’s face lost color as those words hit him like a punch to the gut. Panic seized him. “What? No… no, I didn’t know. "I swear I didn’t know! "I’ll go find her right now! I won’t let her do this…..I never asked her to!” He shot up from the couch, stumbling toward the door like a man drowning in guilt.
“She was alread
