"No." Amanda Smith stood with her hands on her hips, shaking her head, "You'll be discharged from the hospital soon, and your body has almost recovered. I have things to take care of."
"What things?"
"Evan Willow donated bone marrow to you that very night and left immediately. Now that you're getting better, I plan to visit his family in the next few days to express my thanks. After all, he saved your life."
After all, he saved your life.
That single sentence weighed heavily on Samuel Johnson.
Samuel lay in the hospital bed, looking at Amanda, and let out a lamenting sigh, "It's over."
"What?"
"This favor... it looks like I'll never be able to repay it in my lifetime." Samuel sighed, looking very gloomy.
Of all people, it had to be that guy who saved him.
From now on, he wouldn't be able to act tough in front of Evan Willow.
And Amanda also owed a favor; whenever he wanted to approach her, he wouldn't have any excuse to avoid her now.
Done for.
