Brandan's face darkened as soon as he received the call.
He had really been very busy recently.
A shipment from the company had gone missing in Russia, reportedly related to the Russian mafia. He needed to send someone for investigation, in addition to dealing with Iris Harris's illness.
A suitable marrow match was still nowhere to be found, while the acute leukemia was progressing rapidly. The doctor told him that Iris Harris didn't have much time left, and without a suitable marrow match, she might not make it.
He had breezed through life, hardly encountering any setbacks. He was so proud and self-assured, he never imagined that one day, he wouldn't even be able to save the life of the person he loved.
He thought there would be plenty of time in the future to hold on to her and was prepared for a long battle, but fate told him that there was no time left.
There was no time left.
