“Willard, don’t be upset with her. She’s about to make such a big sacrifice for me. It’s only natural for her to feel resentful. It’s my fault. If my body weren’t so weak…”
Her voice trembled. Her eyes reddened, filling with unshed tears.
Willard’s expression immediately softened. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his voice low and dripping with affection.
“Don’t say that. None of this is your fault. It’s her debt. She owes you, and she owes me.”
When he turned back to Daisie, his warmth vanished, replaced by cold disdain.
“You should understand something, Daisie. Donating your kidney to Kendra is a blessing for you.”
Daisie didn’t want to hear another word. She fixed her eyes on him and asked through gritted teeth.
“My dad—how’s he? The surgery fee you promised me—did you pay it? Did he have the operation?”
Willard froze for a moment, caught off guard. Before he could answer, Kendra spoke first.