Mrs. Hardy's sudden move shocked everyone present.

She wrapped her arms around Larissa's legs and shook her entire body vigorously. Larissa had never seen such a scene before. For a moment, she was unsure whether she should turn and leave or help her up first.

Mrs. Hardy raised her head and looked at her tearfully.

"Lari, come with me to the hospital! Just come and see Travis!"

Lari?

How intimate.

This was the first time Mrs. Hardy had called her that.

Whatever illness Travis had, it must be serious.

And, according to Mrs. Hardy, only she could save him now.

Larissa couldn't help but wonder. Could it be that Travis had leukemia and needed her to donate her bone marrow for him? Or—perhaps one of his organs had failed, and he needed an organ donation from her.

No matter what it was, her answer was the same. "I'm not going," she told Mrs. Hardy.

She wasn't a saint. She wouldn't go so far as to sacrifice herself for someone like Travis.

Moreover, she remembered very clearly how the Hardy f