My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1391

Bobbie led us into the house. I was stunned as soon as I entered the house. In the twenty square meters house, seven or eight children and a thin woman were huddled around a coal stove. There was a boiling pot on the stove.

The 15-watt incandescent lamp was too dim and I could barely see what was boiling in the pot. It seemed to be a pot full of cabbage with a few pieces of fatty meat.

When the children saw us coming, they all straightened up at once, and then stood by the wall, giving us their seats.

Bobbie was probably used to this. He looked at the children and said a few words in another dialect, but I couldn't understand anything he said at all. Then he sat down next to the stove and put his hands near the fire to keep warm. He placed his large feet against the stove, occupying more than half of it.

The man glanced at the woman, and then she stood up, looked at me and said awkwardly, "You come and sit here. It's warmer here."

I looked at her and quickly rejected her offer, but she still got up immediately. Then, she looked toward the children and said a few words to them. Upon hearing that, the children gathered around the small wooden table on the other side of the room. Then, the woman took out some vegetables from the pot and placed them on a chipped plate in the middle of the table. Among the few children, the youngest looked about three or four years old, and the eldest one was about ten years old. They picked up their bowls, which were filled with corn rice and started eating at the table.

The man looked at Bobbie and asked us to eat with the children. Bobbie refused, "We have something to do today. When Mr. Lance came to do a check-up for the children last time, he found that Abby's blood type and all other aspects are very compatible with my friend's daughter. My friend's daughter is sick. She needs bone marrow and a kidney transplant. I've already told you last time. If you agree with the price, well make arrangements for the operation!"

I was a little stunned because Bobbie was so straightforward. However, what surprised me even more was the man. He said almost without thinking, "Okay, I'll accept any price you offer. Although Abby is still young, she is quite useful. I didn't raise her in vain. My wife is pregnant again and we need money. Please help me to ask around. My house is quite old already and needs to be repaired. It's leaking these days and it's not comfortable to live in. If someone still needs anything, you can just bring them here as long as they can pay."

I clasped my hands together nervously, looked at the father and tried to hold myself back for a while before saying, "Hello, Mister. What we are saying now is that we need to extract the bone marrow from your daughter, and probably one of her kidneys too."

The man nodded with a smile and replied somewhat indifferently, "I understand what you are talking about. Mr. Hathaway has brought a few people here several times before. Don't worry. It's her honor to be able to serve you. There is nothing to be afraid of."

I almost stopped breathing. For a moment, I couldn't say a single word.

To them, it seemed that a child's life and health was nothing more than a source of income.

Bobbie seemed to be used to it. He just said, "Okay, Let Miss Reid spend some time with Abby later. Once everything is finalized, we'll give you the money tomorrow. If Abby is going to have an operation, we'll need to take her to the city for a few days. Is this okay?"