Reborn From Oblivion

And he might have run into some trouble.

Lincoln's phone buzzed with a text message. It was from Greta, asking for sick leave to see a doctor. Lincoln didn't reply, neither granting nor denying her request; he simply pretended he hadn't seen it.

Miranda was by Greta's side as they made their way to the hospital. The doctor wore a serious expression as he delivered the news, "Your test results don't look good. While the hormone meds have slightly lowered your creatinine levels, they're still not where they should be. We suggest you start dialysis and line up a kidney transplant as soon as you can."

Greta's bank account was far from overflowing. For now, she could only choose to go with the conservative treatment route. "I'd like to stick with the meds for now," she said.noveldrama

The doctor nodded, "If that's your decision, I'll keep prescribing them. But remember, your condition could worsen at any time, so you need to be ready for anything."

Greta nodded, "Got it."

As they left the hospital, Miranda couldn't hold it together any longer. She clutched Greta's hand, her voice urgent, "Greta, you heard the doctor. You need that kidney transplant, and fast."

Greta looked at her, expressionless, "You think I don't know that? But where's the money coming from? Surgery costs a lot, are you going to foot the bill?"

Miranda didn't have any money, but she was determined not to let her daughter walk down a dead-end path. "Don't worry about the money. We can ask your uncle for help. He's got plenty and is generous. He'll help us out, no doubt."

Hope flickered in Greta's eyes as she started to believe in Lincoln. "Mom, you have to do it."

Miranda nodded, "Let's go find your uncle right now. I'll beg if I have to; he'll help us, I'm sure."

At the McCoy family mansion, Nathalie arrived, only to be halted by the guard. Without missing a beat, she brushed past him and pushed her way inside.

"Ms. Nathalie, you can't go in. The lady of the house specifically told me not to let you through."

Nathalie paused, turning back with a determined look, "Why won't she let me in?” "Beats me," the guard shrugged.

"Well, if she doesn't want me in, that

just

me more determined to

thalie was now more

suspicious than ever, convinced the matriarch was hiding something. swnovel

The guard was at a loss and called in reinforcements-Jaime.

"Ashley, what brings you here?" Jaime asked, appearing on the scene.

Nathalie eyed the young man, thinking to herself: Jaime was Frankie's favorite, supposedly the grandson of her sister. Cozying up to Jaime might just reveal some secrets. swnovel

She approached Jaime, "Word is the McCoy family's known for its military and business ventures. But lately, it seems like your family's been stipping in the business world, almost disappearing. Maybe Frankie made a huge mistake backing you." swnovel

Jaime snorted, "Ashley, what do you want?"

Nathalie went on, "Is the McCoy family so short on talent that Frankie wouldn't back her own grandson but an outsider instead?"

Jaime, ruffled by Nathalie's taunting, shot back, "Who said the McCoy family is fading? If our Al division gets off the ground, it could shake up the world."