Back in the Fordham residence, Avery's life was finally no longer in danger. Troy heaved a sigh of relief.

"Avery, you finally woke up. You don't know how worried I was that you might not regain consciousness."

Avery had just regained his consciousness, hence the pale complexion.

He gave Troy a comforting smile. "How could I leave you behind? Look at your hair. You're like a disheveled lion."

Troy was a designer, so he dressed fashionably.

He didn't clean himself up during the days he was looking after Avery. Therefore, his golden hair was a mess, and he looked like an ungroomed Husky.

"Can't believe you're joking right now, Avery. Look at how unlucky you are."

"How am I unlucky? I'm still alive, so I think I'm lucky."

Troy snorted. "It wasn't easy to look for someone who was willing to donate a kidney that matches yours.

"Who knew that such an accident would happen?"

"It's not like he asked for it. We can't do anything about the car accident."

"You're too kind, Avery. I