Just because they had it hard, did I have to give up the opportunity that should have belonged to me and my son?
Fortunately, I no longer cared. As long as she could do her duty as a mother and find a suitable bone marrow donor for our son, that was enough.
I still said yes, understanding as always.
It was just that my mind again recalled how, when the plant was just getting started, Jasmine had been worried about how to go to Capital City to learn the technology. It was me who scraped together money and borrowed travel expenses, giving her the chance to go to Capital City to investigate and study.
Back then, with red eyes, she'd said, "To have a husband like this—what more could I ask for in this life?"
"When the plant gets big, I'll definitely take you to the bustling Capital City to have a look."
But later, as the plant grew bigger and bigger, she never mentioned this again.
It no longer mattered anyway.
Seven days passed quickly. When I went to pick up my son from school, from far away I saw two people standing out from the crowd at the school gate.
Derek was wearing a fashionable suit bought in Capital City, standing together with Jasmine.