The phone barely rang twice before it was answered.


    "Kitty, I''m warning you, stay away from my daughter, or you''ll regret it," Delh''s icy tone cut through the air.


    Kitty just smirked on the other end. Did Delh still fancy herself some sort of queen?


    She casually twirled a curl of hair around her finger, responding slowly, "I have no choice. Since you refuse to be a match for dad, I have to turn to your daughter. It''s not her fault she has a mother as cold and heartless as you."


    Delh''s eyes narrowed. Her sister had always been conniving, inheriting their father''s ruthless streak, never giving up until she got what she wanted.


    "Don''t push your luck," Delh snapped impatiently.


    Kitty chuckled softly, "I''ve already told you, if you won''te back to the Cunningham family, I''ll go after your daughter."


    After a slight pause, she added, "And if she''s not a match, I might have to approach your sons. They have responsibilities too, you know."


    "Why not go straight to them? What are you trying to prove by going after my daughter?" Delh retorted with a coldugh.


    Kitty was stunned by Delh''s words. Is this how a mother should talk?


    At that moment, Yara walked in, calling out, "Mom."


    Kitty quickly collected herself, not wanting her daughter to overhear, and hung up the phone, "Yara, you''re back."


    Yara gave a small nod, noticing her mother''s odd expression. She put down her bag and casually asked, "Were you on the phone just now?"


    Kitty cleared her throat and tossed the phone onto the coffee table, "Just some card buddies, inviting me for a game of Mahjong."


    Knowing her mother loved card games, Yara didn''t think much of it and instead asked, "How''s Grandpa been these past few days?"


    A hint of joy lit up Kitty''s face, "He''s been doing much better after taking the medicine from your teacher''s pharmacist friend. Donald was discharged from the hospital today."


    Yara wasn''t too surprised, considering the source. She nodded, "That''s good to hear."


    "But his condition is still severe. To fully recover, he needs a bone marrow transnt. The medication can only keep the illness at bay for now, ensuring it won''t worsen for the next three months," Kitty exined slowly.


    "Given Grandpa''s age and weak immune system, managing to control the disease


    for three months is quite an achievement," Yara sighed.


    After all, Dr. Ray had mentioned that her grandfather''s tumor was in the intermediate tote stages, where chemotherapy wouldn''t be very effective. Plus, his frail body couldn''t handle chemo, and there was no miracle drug avable internationally to stop the disease.


    "Yes, the doctor said he''d continue researching to stabilize Donald''s condition as much as possible," Kitty said with relief.


    Yara nodded, "At least it buys the hospital some more time to find a suitable bone marrow match."


    "Yeah," Kitty responded softly, not wanting to dwell on the topic. She took a sip of water, then


    remembered something and asked, "By the way, have you visited the Shepherd familytely?"


    Yara leaned back on the sofa, looking a bit tired, and tilted her head back, "No,


    I''ve been really busy at the clinic."


    Kitty looked at her and continued, "No matter how busy you are, you should find time for other things. Try to visit the Shepherd family more often."