Chapter 2

When I finally understood what was happening, a wave of pure rage surged through me.

The ungrateful wretch!

When her son, Caleb, first got leukemia, all the teachers and students at school spontaneously donated money.

But money was easy to donate; finding a bone marrow match was incredibly difficult.

Many people had to spend tens of thousands of dollars just to find a suitable donor.

She was desperate, crying daily because she couldn't find a match.

Then the hospital found out I had signed up as a bone marrow donor, and my type matched Caleb's.

His mom, like a drowning person grasping at a straw, came to my house crying every day, begging me to donate.

She promised she'd pay any amount if I could save her son's life.

Of course, I wouldn't make things difficult for her.

I had always intended to save a life, and Caleb was my student.

Naturally, I asked for nothing, donating purely out of kindness.

I even paid for all my pre-op tests myself, thinking her family had already spent so much on his treatment.

I never imagined that my good deed would be met not with gratitude, but with such vile betrayal!