“Are you serious?” Zelda asked, reeling. “How could you to talk about your grandchild like that?”
“Oh, come on, we both know this isn’t about my grandchild. This is about saving my son, Xander. He’s in the hospital, and he needs a transplant. None of us is a match, but I know…”
“But the chances of a match are very slim,” Zelda interrupted.
“I’m aware, but I’m willing to take any chance, no matter how slim, to save him. So, tell me…how much will it take?”
“This isn’t about money. Xander is my brother-in-law, but it’s not that simple. James doesn’t want to have a child with me, and now isn’t a good time….”
“What do you mean it’s not a good time?” Helen’s voice turned accusing. “More money, that’s what you want, right? When James agreed to marry you, your mother came and dema
