They were pouring in money and calling in favors, desperately urging everyone in the hospital to join the bone marrow testing, hoping to find a match before time ran out.
The entire hospital was buzzing with activity and patients and families were all stirred up.
Word spread quickly that simply taking the test would earn fifty thousand dollars and everyone jumped at the chance to volunteer.
Amara even dangled a sky-high offer: five million for a matching donor.
For everyone else, it was a golden opportunity: save a life and get rich.
But I simply shook my head.
“My son’s health has always been fragile. He won’t be participating.”
Besides, I had no obligation to help her child, her son, with Laurence.
She could go to such lengths for theirs, yet she couldn’t even spare a thought for the child lying sick in a hospital bed, my son.
The thought of how we had scraped by, living humbly with barely enough to get by, made my chest ache.
Amara, perhaps this was heaven’s way of punishing you for your lies and cruelty.
The assistant’s face darkened, clearly not expecting my refusal. His eyes shifted, growing cold and threatening.