?<strong>Chapter 1122:</strong>


    The doctor shook his head regretfully. “Mr. Hampton, you need to find a solution quickly.”


    Corey’s mind reeled. He felt as though death had sneaked around, its icy de poised at Gemma’s throat. He needed to find a solution, but he had none. Even if Alicia were willing to sacrifice her heart, he couldn’t ept it. While he might not be a good person, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt someone who had shown him kindness. Reflecting on the situation, it felt like his retribution was catching up to him. And it was swift.


    On the hospital bed, Gemmay quietly, frail and slight. Two tears traced paths from the corners of her eyes, vanishing into her hair.


    In his desperate quest to elerate the chip development, Corey sought out Dorian, prepared to acquiesce to any demand—even if it meant pleading with Alicia to return to her family.


    Yet, Corey’s hope shattered the moment he reached the hospital. Standing outside the istion ward, his heart sank at the sight of Dorian lying wrapped in bandages, his ns crumbling like brittle leaves.


    The severity of radiation’s toll had blindsided Corey. Dorian was barely clinging to life’s fragile thread.


    Though Corey refused to ept this cruel reality, helplessness drove him away from the hospital, his spirit in tatters. Thoughts of Gemma haunted him, but he couldn’t bear to face her—the sight of her anguish would be his undoing. As both Gemma’s elder brother and Hampton Group’s CEO, he couldn’t even afford the luxury of grief.


    Hope flickered faintly. Corey recalled some others in the country who shared Gemma’s blood type. Even if they were more challenging to deal with than Caden, he resolved to give it a try.


    After confirming their locations, Corey booked a flight for the following week. Without hesitation, he dialed Alicia’s number.


    Yet, Caden’snguid voice drifted through the line. “What is it this time?”


    Though connected by phone, an ocean of difference separated them—Corey in his solitude, Caden basking in contentment.


    “I want Gemma to stay at your ce for a month,” Corey said softly. “Is that okay?”


    Caden, holding Alicia close, responded with measured calm, “So, Gemma stays at my ce, and you get an excuse toe over and see Alicia every day, right?”


    Corey exined, “I won’t disturb you. I just want Alicia to spend some time with her.”


    Detecting the strain in Corey’s voice, Caden fell silent for a few moments before agreeing. “I’ll send someone to pick her up.”


    Alicia took the phone, concern threading through her voice. “What happened to Gemma?”


    The words stuck in Corey’s throat, refusing to form. Instead, he managed to say, “I have to leave next week, and I’m not sure when I’ll be back, so I’m asking you to take care of her.”


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