Kneeling for a Second Chance Novel

---- Chapter 440 Alexander collapsed in the middle of a chess game with Valeria. She jumped in shock, rushing him to the hospital. Just minutes ago, he had been smiling at her, calm and elegant. And then, all ofa sudden, his eyes had shut. The entire Grant family hurried to the hospital. Martha and Nicholas were there, too. Inside the ward, Alexander hadn't regained consciousness and was hooked up to IVs instead. Outside , the doctor frowned as he explained , "Conservative treatment isn't enough anymore. The only real option is a kidney transplant." Wendy nearly lost her balance.

'How did it get this bad so fast? Just a few days ago, he was fine. No matter how much it costs, we'll pay for it. As long as we can find a match." Gabriella's eyes were red. "I'm not their biological daughter. Otherwise, I'd donate mine to Dad in a heartbeat." Her words might have sounded moving, but to Sebastian, they rang hollow, He frowned at her. The doctor continued, "Mr. Alexander's blood type is rare.

We've already contacted international donor banks, and we're ---- hoping for results." Though the Grants were some of Slate City's most powerful families, a donor couldn't just appear out of nowhere. When life and death were on the line, everyone was humbled. "Mom," Gabriella cried, catching a fainting Wendy and helping her onto a chair in the waiting area. Martha then said, "Gabriella, take your mother home to rest."" However, Wendy stirred, pale and weak. "No.

I'm staying here with Alexander." On the ride home, Valeria stared out the car window as fireworks lit up the night sky ina burst of color. They were fireworks for celebration and togetherness, but that night, the cold hit all at once. Even with everyone wrapped in the joy of family and the holidays, a heavy cloud seemed to settle overhead. She whispered under her breath, "Alexander is a good man." "My brother's going to be fine," Sebastian replied, gripping her hand. He lifted his own gaze to the fireworks, but the sense of helplessness in his chest only grew heavier.

---- On the morning of 8th January, Valeria accompanied Martha to Evergreen Church in the Uptown District. Martha clasped her hands and prayed with deep sincerity. In just three days, she had wasted away, her body frail. When Valeria helped her stand, she nearly stumbled. On the ride back, Martha's voice was hoarse as she said, " Alexander has spent the most years with me and his father. He may not be mine by blood, but he's closer than any real son. He came to us at 12, after his parents died. He was raised ina cultured family, gentle, and well-spoken.

"Nicholas, back then, had a terrible temper. He was a cranky old man with no sense of romance. In our time, people didn't really do engagements. They just got married. On our wedding day, the only flower I ever got from him was the bouquet he handed me at the ceremony. After that? Not once. "But later, every special occasion, I'd still receive flowers from Alexander." Martha patted Valeria's hand, her eyes lighting up. "Back then, Alexander was such a romantic and gentle young man. He's always full of surprises. Tall, handsome, with fair skin, he was the type all the young women swooned over.

"By the time he was in middle school, he'd come home with his backpack stuffed full of love letters." ---- Valeria smiled. She could picture it easily. Even now, Alexander carried himself with that same charm. Age had only made him more polished, more engaging. "The first time I saw Wendy, she was beautiful and carried herself with grace. But her eyes carried that ambitious spark. Nicholas always thought she came from a poor family and was only with Alexander for money and a way up. "On top of that, Alexander was supposed to marry the daughter of the Dales.

The match between the Grants and the Dales had been arranged long ago, and as the eldest son, the responsibility fell on him."