Chapter 741
I was suddenly at a loss for what to do. If Anton reacted so seriously, then there must have been a serious problem with my Essie. I was still in a daze, but Vonnie had already packed up Essie’s things. She handed Roddy over to her mother to take care of him, and then hurriedly chased after Anton with me.
I got in the car, holding Essie in my arms, looking at my daughter, who was almost unconscious, with cold hands and feet. Anton had started the car, and Vonnie remained relatively calm. I suddenly remembered when they had intentionally or unintentionally asked about the two babies’ situation before, and the occasional hesitant expression they showed. In my heart, I suddenly understood a few things.
I asked Vonnie, “Was Essie having issues from birth?”
Vonnie pursed her lips and pondered, “Well, Essie had a very rare disease discovered at that time. Because you were weak, we were afraid you would worry, so we didn’t tell you. Then, Anton had been studying this method of curing the disease, thinking that if he found a way, he would tell you. Little did we know that Essie would get sick so quickly.”
My eyes welled up for a moment, “What about Roddy?”
“Roddy was fine, but Essie wasn’t, so Essie’s body wasn’t as strong, and her milk supply wasn’t large either, probably somewhat related to that illness.”
I looked at my daughter in my arms. At this moment, her small face was tinged with a hint of abnormal redness, her small mouth slightly open, her eyes closed, motionless. I tried to tease her, but she didn’t react. I pressed down my inner fear and asked her, “Is it treatable? What will happen if it’s not treated?”
Vonnie glanced at Anton, who was driving in front. I said in a low voice, “No need to comfort me, just tell the truth. I also want to know Essie’s actual physical condition. In this way, no matter what the final result is, at least I am mentally prepared.”
Vonnie pursed her lips, unsure of what to say. Anton said, “Although this disease is rare, it does exist. Most children develop it between the ages of two and three, and if not treated properly before the age of ten, there is a high probability of premature death.”
My heart tightened sharply, holding Essie’s arm, almost trembling. Did she die young? My Essie was so lovely, she had already become a part of my life. How could I possibly accept it if she passed away? Why did God have to be so cruel? If that’s the case, I’d rather not have been given her in the first place.
Tears uncontrollably streamed down, and I asked in a tense voice, “Is there a cure? I mean, have there been any successful cases of treatment?”
“Of course there is, and the success rate is very high.”
Upon hearing this sentence, my fear dissipated slightly. “What is the treatment, can Essie be treated now?”
Anton fell silent for a few seconds and said, “Actually, this disease is not that scary. It’s a blood disorder. All you need to do is… treat her with the umbilical cord blood from your and Reynaldo’s third child.”
I was completely stunned. It took me a few seconds to realize the meaning of his words. I asked him, “If we have the umbilical cord blood of this third child, can it cure my Essie?”
“The chances of a cure are as high as 60% to 70%,” Anton said, pausing for a moment before adding, “Even if there is only a one or two percent chance, you would still try, wouldn’t you?”