Chapitre 91: We found a suitable donor.

The next day…

Theodore greeted the morning with a cheerful demeanor, pushing the curtains aside and inviting the bright sunlight to flood the room. It was Saturday, and he had let her sleep a little longer.

"Good morning, sleepy head," Theodore chirped with affection.

Bella cracked open her eyes, offering a sleepy smile. "Good morning," she mumbled, burrowing deeper into the pillow. Reluctance tugged at her, making it difficult to leave the warmth of the bed.

Theodore gently prodded her. "Wake up. How much longer are you planning to sleep?"

"Just a bit more," she replied, her voice rough with sleep.

He chuckled. "Then sleep. I need to go to work."

Her drowsiness evaporated instantly. "On Saturday?" she exclaimed, surprised, sitting up abruptly.

"Yes, my dear wife. Even Sundays if necessary," he explained, leaning down to brush his nose against hers. "We are going to the mansion this afternoon, so be prepared."