"If we don't find a matching bone marrow donor soon, he might… die."
She went rigid, hands trembling as she took the report.
"Okay. I'll ask around right away. We should have results soon."
I let out a breath and nodded.
"Good. I'll take him to bed."
She moved to follow, but Derek quickly pinched his son.
Tommy cried out. "Without Mrs. Sullivan telling stories, Tommy can't fall asleep."
Derek put on a show of scolding him. "We're just staying here temporarily. We can't bother Mrs. Sullivan with everything."
Jasmine hesitated. I smiled and said, "Go on. Don't make the kid wait too long."
But her expression darkened.
"That's enough. Tommy's already in elementary school. He should learn to be independent."
Derek's smug smile froze.
He shot me a venomous look, wiped his eyes like he was sulking, and scooped up his son. "Fine. Who told Tommy he's had no mom since he was little? Mooching off someone else's house, making people dislike him. I'll pack our bags right now—"
Annoyance flickered in Jasmine's eyes. "Stop it. Where are you taking him in the middle of the night?"
She hesitated, about to chase after him, then glanced back at me.
I smiled. "Go. He's your brother-in-law. It's only right."