Chapter 612
“Reynaldo, it was her. She was the one who made Mikaela sick yesterday.”
“Mikaela was fine at first; it was just that she made Mikaela cry, and then Mikaela’s illness flared up.”
I looked at her coldly and said, “Whether it was me who made Mikaela sick, or you made her sick, you should know in your heart.”
“What bad things did you do yesterday that I need to help you remember now?”
“You stop talking nonsense. I always listen to Mikaela, and Mikaela likes me too.” It’s you. Mikaela found you annoying, but you kept coming in front of her every day, causing trouble. “Who made her angry if not you?!”
“That’s enough!” Reynaldo cut off Kimberly’s words with a casual tone. He said flatly, “My mom needs quiet. I hope you don’t make noise here!”
“Am I making noise here? Reynaldo, I’m telling you, this woman is up to no good. As long as this woman is around, Mikaela’s illness will never get better.”
Reynaldo ignored her and pulled me past her, walking out. I turned around and saw Kimberly glaring at me with a resentful look on her face. That look, like that of a twisted madman.
Arriving downstairs, Reynaldo didn’t have much of an appetite. I was about to take him to the nearby restaurant for a plate of ravioli when he suddenly pulled me into his arms and held me tightly.
I was taken aback and asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong? Are you worried about Mom’s condition?”
Reynaldo did not speak; he buried his head in my neck, deeply. I could feel the heaviness of his mood and the tiredness of his body.
I patted his back gently and whispered, “Don’t be afraid; I will always be with you.”
Reynaldo tightened the hand around my waist and said, “The doctor’s meaning is that my mom needs to arrange a kidney transplant surgery as soon as possible. The longer it is delayed, the more serious the kidney infection will become.” Over the years, kidney disease has caused many complications. The doctor said, “My mother had held on for so long; it was already a miracle.”
“Don’t worry, a suitable kidney source will be found.” I could only comfort him in the same way as I comforted myself. Originally, I was going to tell him about my mom’s situation. I could see that he was already exhausted from worrying about his mother’s illness, so I didn’t want to burden him with my mother’s situation.
There was no other way at the moment, so we could only wait patiently for the hospital to find a suitable kidney source for our mother. The mealtime had long passed at this point, and there weren’t many people in the restaurant. I ordered a large portion of ravioli for Reynaldo, but he didn’t eat much.
He leaned back in the chair with his eyes closed for a while, then turned to me and said, “Esmeralda, will you accompany me tonight?”
I nodded. On my mom’s side tonight, Quentin was there with her, so I wasn’t worried.
Reynaldo smiled and squeezed my hand, “I’m glad to have you by my side.”
I grabbed his hand and didn’t say anything. Tonight Reynaldo seemed a bit fragile.
He propped his forehead with one hand and suddenly whispered, “Sometimes I really hate myself, always so useless.”
Back then, I didn’t want to owe Mr. Palmer a favor, so I went to the hospital without his knowledge to have a kidney compatibility test done, but it didn’t match. Now my mother needs a kidney transplant again, but I still can’t donate.