"Mom, it won't threaten your life if you donate some blood in the hospital." Nate held his mother's hand. "Please, just a little of your blood, and it can save Fannie's life!"
Mrs. Bass was displeased, and there was a sneer on her lips. "What? You start to care about Fannie now?"
"No, I don't!" Nate denied it at once and seemed determined. "Once she's cured, I'll arrange a marriage for her. I promise I won't contact her again the moment she's married."
"What if she contacts you?" Mrs. Bass asked with a calm face.
"I-I can get married too, and I can move abroad!" Nate clenched his teeth and made a hard decision. "Mom, as long as you're willing to save her life, I can do whatever you want me to do."
Mrs. Bass, however, got rid of Nate's hand and turned to sit by the bedside. "You care about her so much right now. Are you still willing to see me use her blood to extend my life in the future?"
