“Uncle,” Layla shouted immediately when she saw Mr. Santos.

Mr. Santos responded, seeing that she came alone, so he asked, “Did you drive here by yourself?”

Layla: “Yes.”

Mr. Santos took the gift from Layla’s hand: “Your aunt is cooking in the kitchen. You like to eat She cooks the dishes, so she will cook herself later.”

“It doesn’t need to be so troublesome. We can go out to eat later.” Layla didn’t want to burden the two elders.

“I bought a lot of vegetables this morning, so let’s eat at home!” Mr. Santos said, and brought a pair of clean slippers for Layla. “This is the pair you wore last time. It’s clean after washing.”

While Layla was changing her shoes, Mrs. Santos came out of the kitchen.

and strode towards Mrs. Santos, “Auntie, I’m sorry. I came here today

called us and apologized too.” Mrs. Santos suppressed her sadness, “Did he ask you to call us!

Mrs. Santos’s hand and sat on the sofa

sat down on the other side and wanted

to you and uncle for retirement.” Layla said truthfully, “But I don’t plan to do that. Because he will be fine. My mother said that as long as a suitable donor is found,

psychological defense collapsed, and her

so too.” Mr. Santos pulled out a smile, “He’s not dead

saying this, “He’s still

see him after the operation. In fact, we can also live in Bridgedale and wait…Wherever we wait, we always

feel more anxious.” Layla explained, “When I was in Bridgedale, I wanted to go to the

under great pressure. We’d better wait in Aryadelle. We trust your mother very much. With your mother watching

took a deep breath and told them her plan, “Uncle, auntie, wait for Eric Wake up, I want to marry him. No matter what he looks like in the future, as long as he is alive, I will marry him. I want to use the rest

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