My uncle cursed, "That damn boy, his mother is sick, and he's still out messing around."
I just gave a bitter smile.
We drove together to the hospital.
Leading them to the hospital room, I started, "Uncle, aunt, my mom is inside..."
Before I could finish, I heard voices inside.
I immediately recognized Steven and his girlfriend, Emma Smith was talking.
"Mom, see, your illness hasn't improved yet. I think it lacks some joy. Emma and I are thinking of getting married to bring you some happiness!"
My mom couldn't stop smiling, "That would be wonderful! Go ahead! If Mom gets happy, maybe the illness will go away!"
"But... Emma's parents said they need at least a house in my name to agree to our marriage," Steven sounded troubled.
"Mom, how about you transfer the house to me first? After Emma and I get married to bring you joy, I'll transfer it back."
Emma said, "Auntie, I was also sad to hear about your illness, so Steven and I thought of this plan. My parents said they don't need a dowry, but Steven must have a house in his name to agree to our marriage."
My mom decisively said, "That's only right. What's this about transferring it back? The house was meant for Steven's marriage."