“I heard about Uncle Joe’s condition,” she said apologetically. “It’s truly heartbreaking. Coincidentally, I know a brilliant neurosurgeon from abroad—Dr. Wilson. He’s one of the best in the world. I can invite him here to perform the surgery, and I’ll cover all the expenses myself. Consider it… a small token of goodwill and compensation from me.”
Willard looked at her, admiration glowing in his eyes.
“See? Kendra is always thinking of others.”
Then, his gaze snapped back to Daisie, his tone dripping with contempt.
“She’s far better than your useless father. It’s settled, then. Dr. Wilson will handle the surgery.”
“No! I don’t want her help!” Daisie shouted before she could stop herself.
There was no way Kendra was doing this out of kindness; Daisie didn’t believe that for a second.
“My dad’s surgery doesn’t need her charity! Willard, you promised me. Give me the money. We’ll find our own doctor here!”
Kendra’s face crumpled with hurt, her tears spilling instantly.
“Daisie… are you still angry at me? I really just wanted to help. I mean no harm, I swear…”
The sight made Willard’s temper flare. He jabbed a finger at Daisie’s face, his voice roaring like thunder.