Grace let out a sigh of relief, this matter couldn''t be dragged on for long. As long as they had the heart, she was confident in saving Grace.


    When Grace finished her work, she went to see Grace.


    Grace was covered in tubes, lying quietly in the intensive care unit.


    As she gazed at the quiet Grace, she missed the lively, energetic Grace, who had always been bright.


    No one expected that Grace would copse due to a heart attack. "You are here to see Grace too," a male voice said.


    Grace looked at the man speaking. His figure was excellent, but he had a dark circle under his eyes. It was obvious that he had not slept well for a few days. "Andrew," Grace greeted Andrew Hewson, the head


    of the Hewson family. Andrew nodded slightly, pinching his brows tiredly. "How big is the chance for the sess of this surgery?"


    Grace looked at Grace, her voice extremely firm.


    "The chances of sess are 70%."


    Andrew let out an almost imperceptible sigh of relief, seeming to feel much more at ease. "It''s great that Grace has a friend like you. Thank you."


    Grace waved her hands. She had always been grateful to Grace


    for staying by her side. Without her, she wouldn''t have been able to move on. "I should thank Grace instead. Without her, I wouldn''t be who I am today." The ce felt silent again.


    Grace was not used to being alone with Andrew. He was the most boring. person she had ever met. It seemed like he cared about no one except Grace. Andrew was the first to break the silence.


    "Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee?"


    Grace also had the same idea, so she nodded and said, "Sure, I happen to have something to tell you."


    Andrew nodded, and they went together to the cafe outside the hospital.


    Grace sensed that Andrew also had something to tell her. She took a sip of coffee and quietly waited for him to speak up.


    After a moment of silence, he spoke with a hint of hesitation. “The heart is Kash''s.”


    Grace was stunned, almost dropping the coffee in her hand. She looked at him in disbelief.


    "No way! Isn''t Kash safe and sound? What''s more, he is..." Grace could not longer continue.


    The matching heart was actually from Kash Hasel, whom Grace loved deeply!


    Andrew exined, "Kash became ill as soon as Grace received a heart disease diagnosis. He wished that Grace would live a good life with his heart after he gave it to her.


    "At midnight yesterday, Kash died on the operating table. The heart is on its way."


    Grace''s heart grew unbearably heavy. She never expected that such a graceful and honorable man would die in this way. "What if Grace can''t find Kash when she wakes up?"


    Andrew sighed and took out a letter.


    "He wrote his final words to make Grace believe he was a heartless person who hated her, so she wouldn''t be sad. Grace is a free- spirited person. She will get over it. I hope


    you can visit her more often in the future."


    16 191


    Grace''s eyes turned slightly red, and her breath becamebored.


    Kash''s love was profound. Instead of telling Grace the truth, he would prefer that she live in hatred. They knew that Grace wouldn''t survive it if


    she learned about the truth..


    Grace felt down, but she hoped a bright woman like Grace could live at good life.


    Andrew spoke up, "Ms. Parrish, do you have anything to tell me?"


    Grace took out a report, saying, "Grace''s illness should have been identified a long time ago. I don''t know who is deliberately concealing it." Andrew''s fingertips trembled, and his eyes turned cold in an instant. "Someone wants to harm Grace?!"


    Grace shook her head. "You have to look into it yourself."


    Andrew took the report and thanked her. "Thank you. Please let us know if there is anything we can do to help in the future." Grace nodded. slightly.


    After finishing her work at the


    hospital, Grace was about to go home when Rhett showed up with


    Colin ran out of the capand


    herself into Grace''s arms.


    "Mom! I missed you so much!"


    The day''s weariness seemed to be lifted when Grace smiled and stroked Colin''s head. Rhett stepped forward, opened his arms, and hugged her. "Grace, let''s go home."


    Grace smiled at Rhett and said gently, "Let''s go home. I''m really exhausted today."


    Rhett took her backpack off and opened the car door. "I''ll give you at massage when we get home."


    Before Grace got into the car, she looked at the nearby alley for a moment. As he leaned


    against the wall, Omar nced in the direction they had gone.


    "Mom. I miss you so much..."


    Grace ignored Omar and left although she saw him after getting in the car.


    She wondered asionally if this was fair to a child, but she couldn''t get the answer. Once the damage had been done, it was irreparable. Those hurts would persist even after forgiveness. Colin got onto Grace''sp, cupping her face, smiling. "Mom, are you upset?" Grace didn''t expect a child to notice her mood. She rubbed Colin''s cheek. "No. I''m just too tired. I''m not upset."


    Colin''s face furrowed as if he was thinking about what to do. After a while, he said, "Mom, I''ll tell you a joke; it''ll chase away your fatigue." Grace was intrigued. Colin was only four years old. She wondered what kind of jokes he could tell. "OK, go ahead."


    Rhett also smiled.


    "Colin, I want to hear it too."


    Colin instantly straightened his chest, looking proud.


    "Once upon a time, a priest named Rhett Floyd served in a church that was situated atop a mountain. One day..."


    Before he could finish, Rhett pinched his cheek. Even the driver couldn''t


    helpughing. "What a cute boy!"


    Rhett squeezed Colin''s cheek and said viciously, "What''s that priest''s name again?"


    Colin hugged Grace''s hand and made faces at Rhett. "Dad is that chubby priest..."


    Grace was amused by the father and son. She nced at Rhett who looked unhappy. "Rhett, you are a priest, a chubby priest!"


    Rhett touched his face as it grew darker.


    "Don''t you think it''s unfortunate that such a handsome man bes a priest?"


    Colin folded his arms. He and Rhett had a striking resemnce. "Dad is so conceited."


    Grace agreed with this.


    On this slightly cool night, Grace dreamed of the past.


    The first time she met Rhett was in a foreign hospital. She came to the hospital with her mentor to see patients and met the injured Rhett. His face was covered in blood. He asked first whether he would be disfigured.


    Grace responded at that time, "Maybe. Anyway, there''s always the option of stic surgery." Rhett


    became dejected, allowing Grace to


    wipe the blood off him.


    But when he looked up and saw Grace''s face clearly, he subconsciously said, "Can I pursue you?"


    Grace''s hand, holding the alcohol pad, paused for a moment as she stared at him


    in a daze. Rhett, stimted by the alcohol, subconsciously grasped her hand.


    "Dr. Parrish, be gentle. It hurts."


    Grace could sense the spot he was holding was burning. She hastily bandaged him and left the hospital.


    Rhett recalled the name on her work badge. "Rhett Floyd."


    From that day on, Rhett came to the hospital every day to pester Grace.