I knew I should never resort to buying organs from the black market. However, my child was in a life-and-death situation, so of course, my perspective was different.
When a parent had an ill child, they would do anything for them. After all, a parent's love was unconditional, and outsiders would not care the same.
When I arrived at the Roberts Group’s office, I headed straight for the elevator alongside a few staff members. They were sneaking glances at me. I frowned and wondered if there was something amiss about my look. But I checked and I looked fine.
I furrowed my brows in irritation. Nobody enjoyed being stared at. I looked at them and asked, "Which department are you all from?"
They were taken aback since I spoke so abruptly. "The marketing department," they said.
I nodded and remained quiet. They fell silent too.
Not long after that, they asked, "Mrs. Roberts, are you on your way to meet Mr. Roberts?"
I nodded. "Yes, I'm taking up some food for him," I flashed a smile.
They nodded and smiled in return. "Mr. Roberts is indeed a blessed man,” one of the employees said. "Come to think of it, the secretary, Miss Zanes, would prepare some snacks for him most of the time..."
One of the colleagues nudged her. So, the girl who was speaking cracked an awkward smile and remained quiet thereafter.
I kept a smile on my face, not showing any other reaction. I merely replied, "That's very kind of her."
The few of them merely smiled, and remained silent.
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