Chapter 610

I shook my head and said, "I don't know either. The last time I came back from your place, I found only my mom at home, and later discovered that dad was having an affair, never coming home."

Today I went to the hospital for a check-up, and then I met my mom, only to find out that she was sick.

Pap!

Quentin suddenly slapped himself hard.

I grabbed his hand in a hurry and asked, "What are you doing?"

"It's all my fault. I came back every few days and never noticed anything unusual in this house."

My mother was already critically ill, and I didn’t even know.

"I really should die!"

"Okay, now is not the time for self-blame, we need to think of a solution."

Quentin’s eyes suddenly narrowed coldly and he said, "I’m going to find my dad right now. I want to see which woman is keeping him away from home every day!"

"It's useless."

I grabbed him and said weakly, "When I just found out about this, I went to look for him. He didn’t want to come back, and even told me to get lost."

He has changed; he is no longer the father who used to love and care for our family.

We ignored him; the most urgent thing now is mom’s illness.

"Yes, you’re right. I’ll go to the hospital for a compatibility test now," Quentin said, and hurried out.

When I came out of the room, my mom was coming towards me.

Her eyes were red with self-blame, "It’s all my fault for getting this terrible illness, causing trouble for all of you."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Without you, how could I be with Ralda? Don't overthink it. This illness will be treated; there is no obstacle that cannot be overcome."

Quentin said, then looked at me, "Take care of Mom, I’m going to the hospital."

"Hmm."

Quentin went, and didn’t come back for a long time.

I felt a little uneasy in my heart, because it didn’t take long to do the matching check, unless he went to settle accounts with my dad again.

Sure enough, in the evening, Quentin came back with a wounded face.

I hurried up and asked, "What’s going on? Did you go to find dad?"

"Don’t mention him!" Quentin’s eyes were red, his face full of sorrow and indignation, "I no longer have this father in the future."

As soon as I heard these words, I knew that my father still didn’t want to come back.

I’m afraid Quentin told my dad about my mom’s condition, and my dad didn’t want to come back.

My mother sat on the sofa and smiled indifferently, "It’s okay, with both of you accompanying me, I am still very happy."

I sadly closed my eyes.

After a while, Quentin asked, "So, did your kidney match with Mom’s?"

Quentin didn’t say anything; he just silently handed me a piece of paper to look at.

However, the result did not match.

I took a few steps back in despair.

How could this happen?

If even biological children cannot match, then who else can match?

My mother looked at our expressions, as if she had guessed a few things.

She couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief and said with a cheerful tone, "It’s okay. Every year so many people donate kidneys, the hospital has such a large system database, and there is so much time, they will definitely be able to find a suitable kidney source for me."

I exchanged a glance with Quentin, and neither of us said a word.

The atmosphere in the room was heavy and oppressive.

Chapter 11