"What else did you dream?" my grandma asked urgently.
I wiped away fake tears. "In the dream, the surgery drained all our money. Without your support, my dad and uncle both lived terrible lives."
"Mom, what do we do?" My dad hesitated after hearing my words.
After all, I had predicted the future accurately, making it hard for them not to believe.
"Kirk, my illness can't wait," my grandma groaned, holding her stomach.
I laughed coldly in my heart.
If my dad was a mama's boy, then my grandma was the most selfish person.
To save her life, she wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice my dad—her eldest son whom she never really cared for but wanted to control his whole life.
"Dad, you're my grandma's biological son. When they did the matching test, I remember you were a better match than my mom," I said.
Before I could finish, my dad slapped me again. "What are you talking about? Are you trying to kill me? A man without a kidney isn't a man anymore."
I asked, puzzled, "But if my mom loses a kidney, how can she have another child? You're always so filial. Do you want my grandma to die?"
I started wailing, "Dad, if I weren't so young, I'd donate my kidney."