“Jason, don’t be scared. I’m coming to be with you right now.”
Watching her hurry away, Jenna’s eyes filled with even deeper sympathy for me.
“Ethan, if you regret it now, it’s still not too late to stop.”
I thought of how Vivian had covered my father’s cancer treatment expenses for ten years. With a faint smile, I shook my head at Jenna and simply said, “Dr. Deale, I’d like to ask you for a favor...”
Two hours later…
As I slowly woke from anesthesia, the first thing I saw was Vivian sitting by the bed.
Seeing the bright satisfaction on her face, it was obvious that Jason's transplant surgery had gone smoothly.
“Ethan, you still haven’t told me what reward you want?”
I lazily blinked once and replied, “Then I’ll trouble you to peel me an apple.”
My polite and courteous tone made Vivian pause in slight confusion.
After a few seconds of thought, assuming I must be starving, she ordered takeout from several of my favorite restaurants.
But even faced with a table full of my favorite dishes, I didn’t so much as lift a spoon.
Seeing this, Vivian, who rarely sat down to eat with me, frowned and quietly set down her plate and spoon.