Dwayne’s gaze toward me turned cold once again.
“Eva has never had anyone celebrate her birthday with her. Don’t you have even a shred of compassion?”
In that moment, I hated Eva more than I ever had. I lunged at her, wanting to tear her apart, but Dwayne struck me hard across the face.
That slap shattered everything. I broke down completely.
“Dwayne, as long as you’re willing to do the bone marrow match, I’ll divorce you right away. I’ll give her the title of Mrs. Cavill.”
But Dwayne didn’t even look at me. He was only concerned with comforting Eva.
In the end, he lost his patience and ordered the guards to throw me out.
I returned to the hospital in despair and cried my heart out outside the ward.
Then, I wiped my tears and walked into the doctor’s office.
“Use my bone marrow. I’m his mother. I’ll take the risk with my child.”
The night before Keanu’s surgery, I put on sterile clothing and entered his hospital room.
Keanu’s eyes sparkled. “Mom, don’t be sad. I’ll definitely get better.”
I bit my lip and nodded, not even daring to hug him.
“When I get better, let’s ask Dad to take us to Disneyland, okay?”
At that moment, the sorrow in my heart reached its peak.
Because just before entering the room, I had seen Eva’s latest post on social media.
[Thank you, Mr. Cavill, for reserving all of Disneyland to celebrate my birthday.]
The photo showed her laughing on a carousel, Disney fireworks lighting up the sky behind her like a dream.
“Yes. Once you get better, Daddy and Mommy will take you to ride every ride in Disneyland.”
That’s what I said, but deep down, I knew the truth. The success rate of the surgery was less than forty percent.
Keanu’s surgery was a great success.
I believed Heaven must have heard my prayer, willing to trade ten years of my life for Keanu’s safety.
A month after the surgery, Keanu asked if he could go home for a few days.
After careful evaluation, the doctors approved it.
I brought him home, my heart full of joy. Just watching him walk out of the hospital made every sacrifice worth it.
But just as we stepped into the house, Dwayne, who had been gone for so long, suddenly barged in with Eva.
“Dwayne, now you believe me, right? Isn’t Keanu excellent? Teacher Hemsworth even cursed the child with a deadly illness.”
I had no time to argue. I immediately shielded Keanu and rushed him into the bedroom.
Before they arrived, that room had been disinfected three times. The two people before me were far too filthy.
Dwayne didn’t even glance at Keanu’s pale, fragile face.
He grabbed my arm.
“Kate, how dare you use our child to lie? Do you know how anxious I’ve been out there? You’re truly disgusting.”
I hadn’t even broken free from his grip when…
“Woof woof woof!”
The sound of barking shattered my nerves.
Keanu was allergic to dog fur. Right now, he was as fragile as glass. One allergic reaction could cost him his life.
“Get out! Get out of here! Stay away from Keanu!”
As I struggled against the two of them, the little dog ran straight to Keanu.
First, it barked wildly, then it started licking his skin.
Every hair on my body stood on end. I raised my foot and kicked the dog hard in the belly, sending it flying.
Eva immediately let out a piercing scream.
“Tom! My Tom!”
She rushed over, scooping the dog into her arms, tears streaming down her face.
“Teacher Hemsworth, I know you love Keanu, but Tom is like my child, too. How could you treat him like that?”
The dog whimpered, but it was clearly not severely hurt.
Dwayne hadn’t expected things to spiral like this. He quickly pulled Eva away, heading out to take their so-called “dog son” to the vet.
Just as he was about to leave, Keanu took two steps forward, choking on his sobs.
“Daddy…”
Dwayne turned back.
Before the joy on Keanu’s face could fully bloom, it was met with a hard slap.
