Ynda had undergone a full physical, and a thick stack of reports sat on the doctor''s desk.


    Because she had undergone two kidney transnts, the doctor''s primary focus was on her renal function.


    "I''ve just reviewed the results, and Ms. Walker''s health is generally stable. Her current kidney is functioning very well. As long as she continues to take her anti- rejection medication, it shouldn''t impact her overall health."


    "Oh, Mrs. Walker also consulted with me yesterday about childbirth. Ms. Walker''s current health condition does not prevent her from conceiving. If you and Ms. Walker have ns to have children, I''d advise you to do so soon, while you''re both young and in good physical shape."


    After his exnation, the doctor even showed Bet the ultrasound of Ynda''s kidney.


    As Bet stared at the grainy image on the report, his hand, hanging by his side, clenched into a tight fist. The blue veins on the back of his hand bulged, betraying the furious grief he was desperately trying to suppress.


    That kidney belonged to Flora Moore.


    His sister had been pregnant when she died. Two lives lost-mother and child.


    Bet would never forget the moment they found Flora''s body. The woman who was once so warm and full ofughter was gone, her face pale and stiff. Her swollen belly was t, the child she had so eagerly awaited was gone, and even the organs inside her had been taken.


    In that moment, the world had gone silent for Bet, filled only with the sound of his aunt''s heart-wrenching, desperate sobs.


    His sister was dead. Her child was dead. Yet the person responsible for their deaths was living well, using his sister''s kidney. And now, she even wanted to have children of her own.


    The irony was sickening.


    Bet took the test results and returned to the hospital room.


    Inside, Mrs. Walker and Emma were gathered around the bed,ughing and talking with Ynda.


    Ynda, dressed in a blue and white hospital gown, sat up in bed. Her fair face had a healthy glow, showing no signs of illness.


    "It''s all my fault. My poor health always makes you worry. Mom told me you came back early just for me," Ynda said to Emma, her face full of apology.


    Emma took Ynda''s hand, her


    expression one of deep affection.


    like a daughter to me. If


    "You are like


    you''re worried about me then you need to take good care of yourself. Seeing you healthy and happy is all I could ever ask for."


    "Don''t worry, I''ll eat and sleep well and take care of myself. I won''t let you worry," Ynda replied obediently.


    "Good, that''s my girl," Emma said, patting her on the head.


    "The doctor told me Ynda''s health is quite good right now. It''s the perfect time for her to get married and have children, while she''s still young," Mrs. Walker chimed in.


    Emma just smiled and nodded, offering noment.


    Just then, Bet pushed open the door.


    Seeing him, Mrs. Walker stood up with a smile and said to Emma, "Bet''s here. Let''s give the young people some time to talk. Kids these days are so different from us. They break up one day and get back together the next, treating marriage like a game."


    With that, Mrs. Walker and Emma left the room.


    Now, only Bet and Ynda remained.


    Bet casually ced the test results on the nightstand and stood by the bed, silent.


    Ynda looked up at him and tentatively reached for his hand, but Bet coolly moved it away.


    In truth, he despised her touch.