"Mom, this is money for the Giles family's only grandson. If you give the money to him, my dad will miss the chance to show his devotion," I said, stressing the tone. Tyrone was satisfied with my words.

"Uncle Tyrone, you should go to the ward now. The surgery is tomorrow. Make sure they rest well," I added.

As my mom watched Tyrone hurry away, she muttered, "I should pay this money."

I glanced at her guilty face and said, "Mom, go home and look for your bankbook."