Freya shook her head lightly.
"I'm fine."
"That's good."
William visibly relaxed, but he still did not let go of her hand.
Then he spoke again. "Henry has acute leukemia. He needs a hematopoietic stem cell transplant now. At the moment, the only person who's a match for him is you. Freya, get ready. You're going to donate bone marrow."
A chill ran through Freya's entire body, as if she had been dropped into an icy abyss.
So the reason William had risked his life to save her just now, the reason he had kept saying she could not get hurt, was only because her bone marrow was still useful.
She curled her lips into a bitter smile.
"You want me to donate bone marrow to your son? Did you even ask what I wanted?"
Before William could speak, Greta shrieked first, "What is there to ask? If
