Mrs. Walker cried out.


    The principal and the teacher both looked worried and hesitant to speak.


    Finally, John''s homeroom teacher stepped forward.


    "John has been bullying his ssmates. He was pulling a girl''s hair and lifting her skirt. She couldn''t take it anymore and pushed him. We never expected him to lose his footing and fall down the stairs."


    "Are you saying my son got what he deserved?" Mrs. Walker''s eyes widened in disbelief.


    "I''ve already notified the other child''s parents. They''ve called the police, reviewed the school''s security footage, and interviewed other students. The police will determine who was at fault and give you a satisfactory answer," the teacher stated righteously.


    As a child born to older parents, John was spoiled rotten and acted like a tyrant at school. Neither his teachers nor his ssmates liked him.


    His injury wasrgely his own fault.


    Furthermore, the little girl who pushed him came from a family ofwyers. Both her parents were attorneys, and her grandfather was a renowned barrister.


    After the incident, her family had acted swiftly, calling the police and gathering evidence. If the case went to court, John would be used of bullying, while the girl''s actions would be considered self-defense. John''s family was unlikely to win.


    This time, they had picked a fight with the wrong family.


    The surgerysted for nearly an hour.


    When the doctor came out, Mrs. Walker, supported by Ynda, rushed forward. "Doctor, how is my son?"


    "His life is not in immediate danger. We''ll move him to a room for further observation," the doctor said, but his expression remained grave.


    Oscar arranged for John to be moved to a VIP ward, then went to the head surgeon''s office to get more details.


    When Oscar returned to the room, John was still unconscious.


    Mrs. Walker sat by the bed, weeping, while Ynda also looked on with teary eyes.


    "Oscar, what did the doctor say? How is John?"


    Oscar sighed, his brow furrowed.


    "John has a ruptured liver. The surgery just now was to temporarily


    stabilize him and buy time for


    transnt. Without a suitable donar


    liver, he won''tst long."


    "What!" The words hit Mrs. Walker like a physical blow, and she nearly fainted.


    "Auntie, don''t panic! We''ll find a way!" Ynda quickly steadied Mrs. Walker, trying tofort her.


    Mrs. Walker copsed by the bedside, her sobs growing louder.


    "Oscar, can you do something? John is so young, he can''t die," Ynda pleaded, her eyes filled with tears.


    Oscar instinctively reached out and gently wiped the tears from her cheek. "Don''t worry. I''ll find a donor."


    Afterforting Ynda and Mrs. Walker at the hospital, Oscar left.


    He returned to the hospital owned by the Rogers Group and immediately instructed


    his assistant to search for a liver match for John.


    "John is only nine. We''ll have to check the pediatric ward," the assistant said hesitantly, looking at Oscar.


    "Then check the pediatric ward. Get it done quickly. John doesn''t have much time," Oscar ordered.


    It wasn''t the first time the assistant had handled such a task. He nodded in understanding.


    After giving the order, Oscar noticed his assistant was still standing there.


    "Is there something else?"


    "It''s about that boy, Hans. He was identally burned, and his parents can''t afford the medical bills. They came to me threatening to go to the authorities and expose me for instigating them to frame Ms Jones if I don''t help."


    The assistant kept his head down, looking like someone who had failed his duty and feared punishment.


    Oscar couldn''t be bothered with


    such trivial matters right now. He waved his hand dismissively. "Have one of our hospitals admit him. Cover all the medical expenses."


    "Yes, sir," the assistant said, relieved, and turned to leave.