However, after hearing what he had to say, Clara's face remained calm, as if she had only heard something insignificant. "Are you done? Please get out of the way. I need to take my son home!"

"Clara, I know you don't want to see me, so I... I've tried to avoid appearing in front of you as best I can, but I beg you, don't push me away. At the very least, don't refuse my liver donation. If you don't undergo surgery, you'll..."

"Shut up!" Clara violently cut Wilson off. She looked nervously at her son, deeply afraid that Yanny would learn of her condition.

She had always deliberately avoided her son when she took medicine. She didn't want her son to know that she had a terminal illness.

She didn't want the little boy to worry about her during her final days.

When Wilson noticed Clara's agitation, he immediately realized that Yanny was probably oblivious to her condition.

"Mommy, are you sick? Why do you need surgery?" Yanny blinked and asked in confusion.

"It's nothing. Mommy's fin