“I’ll find a way to get Adeline a kidney. It was an emergency and Harith is just a child—I couldn’t just stand by and watch him die,” Paul replied, furrowing his brow at me. His expression suggested I was the cold-blooded one. Then, he noticed the lunchbox in my hand.
“By the way, Beatrix’s been sick the past few days. Harith doesn’t have anyone else to take care of him, and I don’t trust Auntie alone. Why don’t you go check on him? When you make soup, prepare some extra portions for Harith and Beatrix. They both need to build up their strength.”
I clenched the lunchbox tightly.
“No. Adeline’s condition is worsening. She needs someone with her all the time.”
“You’re not a doctor. What good does it do for you to be here constantly?” He frowned, dismissive. “Besides, it’s not like you can find her a kidney by staying here. If you push me, I may be too distracted to arrange it myself.”
A chill swept over me. I could barely believe that Paul, her own father, would threaten me with Adeline’s life.