Chapter 262: Chapter 260: Responsible for a Lifetime? (11)

A dedicated reception party was there to greet them.

They got out of the car and stepped through the gate.

The courtyard was immaculate. A spry, elderly man came forward to welcome them.

"Young Lord Grant, a pleasure to meet you!"

Quentin Grant extended his hand to shake his. "A pleasure, Walsh. Allow me to introduce you. This is my woman, Nora."

Walsh looked toward Nora Ainsworth and froze for a moment.

"This young lady... you look so familiar," he said, sizing her up carefully.

Quentin Grant chuckled. "This is Nora’s first time in Yarnia. Have you ever been to Fravia, Walsh?"

Walsh shook his head. "No, I haven’t. But I feel as if I’ve seen you somewhere before. It must be fate. Please, come inside."

The group entered together.

The room was simple and elegant.

It was clearly a place for receiving guests.

After tea was served, Quentin Grant spoke up. "I had you look over her medical examination reports. What do you think, Walsh?"

Walsh, who had a long white beard that made him look like an immortal sage, replied, "I have reviewed them. However, I must conduct my own examination. Generally, medical tests can only provide a conclusion; they don’t reveal the specific details. This way, please follow me."

He led them toward a room further inside.

The door closed.

He switched on the light, revealing a massive room. It was fully equipped with all kinds of instruments, a world apart from what you would see in a hospital.

Walsh put on a white lab coat, switched on a machine, and said to Nora Ainsworth, "Miss Nora, please lie down here."

Nora Ainsworth did as she was told and lay down.

She didn’t need to do anything. She simply lay on the strange-looking bed as a nearby computer automatically scanned her entire body for problem areas.

After twenty minutes, Walsh turned around and spoke bluntly. "Although her endometrial cancer is in its early stages, the cancer cells are unusually scattered. Every day of delay brings another day of risk. A uterine transplant procedure like this is unprecedented anywhere in the world. I cannot guarantee it will be completely safe. Therefore, you must think it over carefully. If you decide to be the first to undergo this, you’ll have to sign some papers first."

Quentin Grant then asked, "If we don’t do this surgery, does that mean her uterus must be removed? And that after twenty-four hours, a transplant is no longer possible?"

Walsh nodded. "That’s correct."

Nora Ainsworth replied, "I choose to take the risk. I want to live, but I also want the chance to have children. Even if there are risks, I have to try."

Walsh admired her courage from the bottom of his heart. "Alright. I will do everything in my power to treat you. Now, come with me to see the young woman who has willingly agreed to be your donor. She has an incurable disease and doesn’t have many days left. She’s never even had a boyfriend, but when she heard she could help you, she was very willing."

Nora Ainsworth and Quentin Grant looked at each other, taking in the expression on the other’s face.

They would face this hurdle together, hand in hand.

**

With the hit broadcast of *Love when the sun comes out*, Ethan Ellsworth was becoming increasingly busy.

No one knew where Nora Ainsworth had gone after her sudden disappearance; they only saw Ethan Ellsworth appearing on shows with the supporting cast.

Because the show was still airing, Ethan Ellsworth’s schedule became relentlessly packed starting today.

However, fame brings trouble.

Not only had copycat scripts with titles like *Love When the Moon Comes Out* and *Love When the Stars Come Out* appeared, but all sorts of urban-themed knockoffs were flooding the market. Some even had their male and female leads get plastic surgery to look like Ethan Ellsworth and Nora Ainsworth.

The internet was flooded with complaints.

Netizen A said: Yo! WTF! You think you can just slap together a *Love When the Moon Comes Out* and expect ratings to soar? We, the audience, aren’t blind, you know!

Netizen B continued: I could almost forgive the plastic surgery on the main leads, but could you at least not make their mouths crooked? And their eyes! They’re like two buttons that don’t even move. Holy shit, I couldn’t even get through the first ten minutes of the first episode. What a train wreck!

All the negative comments caused this imitation of *Love when the sun comes out* to be shelved almost immediately after its broadcast.

In the end, it concluded with dismal results.

After filming this show, Ethan Ellsworth had originally planned to take a few months off and not accept any new roles because he hadn’t been in the right state of mind.

Just after five o’clock, a call came from Jean Grant.

She asked him to come to her place for dinner that evening, and he agreed.

He twirled a pen in his hand, his gaze falling on Chloe Marshall, who was resting her face in her hands and dozing off at her desk.

He slowly stood up, put on his overcoat from the coat rack, and walked over to her desk, where he paused for a moment.

It was only for an instant, and then he continued on, his steps now noticeably lighter.

His footsteps were almost inaudible.

He drove to Jean Grant’s house, parked the car, and, clutching his keys, pushed open the door.

A figure was kneeling there—it was Marlon Marshall.

Hearing the footsteps, Marlon Marshall turned his head, and his expression instantly soured. "What are you doing here?"

Ethan Ellsworth couldn’t be bothered with him and walked right past him into the living room. Marlon Marshall, who had been kneeling to show his sincerity and beg for a reconciliation, scrambled to his feet.

Jean Grant, wearing an apron, saw him and said with a beaming smile, "This is my first time cooking. Give it a try."

Ethan Ellsworth picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of tofu, and forced himself to swallow the overwhelmingly salty taste that filled his mouth.

"How is it?"

"Not bad." It was her first time, so he wanted to be encouraging.

Jean Grant filled a bowl with rice and placed it in front of him. "Eat up."

Just as she sat down, Marlon Marshall stormed in, furious.

"Jean Grant, and you had the nerve to say I was seeing other women! How long have you been hooking up with him? Who knows when you started cheating on me! We just got divorced and you immediately found another man. Jean Grant, I see you were just trying to pin all the blame on me!"

Jean Grant shot him a look. "Why haven’t you pissed off yet? I guess the last bullet didn’t work. Want another one?"

Marlon Marshall’s thigh wound hadn’t even healed yet, and it was hurting like hell.

"Jean, you love me. Even though I made a mistake, can’t you give me one more chance?"

Jean Grant pulled out her phone. "Send four Men in Black over."

Marlon Marshall quickly scrambled out.

She put down her phone and started to eat. When she took her first bite of the food, Jean Grant nearly spat it out.

She immediately poured a glass of warm water and took several large gulps before she recovered.

"Don’t eat it. It’s disgusting. And you said it was ’not bad.’ Let’s just order takeout."

She insisted on clearing the table, then called for delivery.

"It’s your first time cooking. You deserved some encouragement, didn’t you?"

Jean Grant threw all the food into the trash can. "I’ll have to learn how to cook from now on. My dream right now is to be a good wife and loving mother."

Ethan Ellsworth couldn’t help but smile. "Alright, future good wife and loving mother. I’ll be waiting to see it."

Jean Grant took off her apron and sat down beside him. "Ethan, I think things are great right now. As long as you’re by my side, I feel safe."

"One setback and you’re already this insecure? Not all men in the world are like that," he said slowly, as if carefully choosing his words.