Gladys was overjoyed when she received the news. Grasping Gwynn’s hands, she said, “What are the odds?! A kind-hearted donor was willing to donate his corneas to you, Ms. Gwynn. You must’ve done a lot of good in your previous life. This miracle wouldn’t have happened otherwise.”

Gwynn’s eyes were wrapped with gauze.

Feeling her way around the old servant’s hands, she held it and responded, “I brought some cash with me. Do me a favor and give the donor some of it. I know it’s a little unseemly, but it’s my way of saying thanks. Sometimes, money does buy comfort.”

Gladys nodded repeatedly. “Of course! It’ll be done! I’ve found out where the donor is. Let’s pay them a visit when you finally regain your sight, Ms. Gwynn. I’m sure it’ll mean a lot to them too.”

At the next moment, a fierce thunderstorm began brewing outside.

The next thing they knew, rain began pouring and lightning streaked across the dark sky.

The surgery went without a hitch. Alan wrapped the last layer of gauze ar