After leaving the doctor's office, Kate and Grayson walked down the hallway in silence. Their steps were steady, controlled. The air felt a little lighter now… but still tight with nerves. Fate had given them a chance. Now they just needed a child's heart to open.

When they entered the room, Oliver was lying on the bed, playing with an action figure. Eileen sat beside him, flipping through a magazine without really reading. The moment she saw Grayson, her shoulders went stiff. Her eyes narrowed with suspicion, but she said nothing.

Kate noticed and gently squeezed Grayson's arm, silently begging for patience.

"We have good news," she said, forcing a soft smile as she approached the bed. "Grayson is a match."

Eileen blinked in surprise. Then she turned to Oliver with a tender smile.

"Did you hear that, sweetheart? You're going to get better. You have a real chance now."

Oliver stayed still for a few seconds, then frowned with innocent confusion.

"Does that mean they're gon