Payback for My Mate Who Sacrificed Our Daughter's Heart for His Lover's Son

Rosy nodded, as if understanding something.

Suddenly, she clutched her chest.

Her small face turned deathly pale in an instant.

"Mom, my heart hurts so much..."

I fumbled to pull out my phone, dialing Loren's number over and over again.

But all I heard from the receiver was the monotonous, cold tone: "The number you have dialed is not being answered at the moment."

I hoisted Rosy onto my back and bolted into the downpour, sprinting towards the hospital with all my might.

In the hospital corridor, I gasped for breath.

Rosy whimpered weakly in my arms.

Just then, around the corner, I caught sight of that familiar figure-Loren was accompanying Aya, his face filled with concern as they led Cupid for a medical check - up.

"Loren!"

At the sound of his name, Loren's body went rigid.

He slowly turned his head.

"Selina. Aya said Cupid hasn't been feeling well lately, so I accompanied them for a check - up. It was just a coincidence, I ..."

Aya wore a seemingly gentle smile on her face.

Then, when no one was looking, she suddenly dug her nails into Cupid's arm beside her with all her might.

Cupid yelped in pain and burst into loud wails.

Instantly, Loren tensed up.

He dropped to his knees in a flash. "Sweetheart, what's wrong? Where does it hurt?" he cooed.

I gripped Rosy's hand firmly.

At that very moment, as if a sudden afterthought had struck him, Loren finally lifted his head and, as if seeing us for the first time, inquired, "Selina, what on earth has happened to Rosy? Why are you both at the hospital?"

I managed to keep my voice level and nonchalant. "It's just a common cold. No big deal. But looking at Cupid, he seems to be in such agony. You should really rush him to see a doctor right away. His condition takes precedence."

Rosy, cowering behind me, her eyes a pool of dejection and bewilderment, stole furtive glances at Loren.

Just yesterday, Loren had erupted into a towering rage when someone dared to mock Rosy's artificial heart. But now, it was as if Aya and Cupid were the only ones who existed in his world, leaving Rosy and me in the shadows.

Loren's eyes flickered with a momentary hesitation , his lips parting as if on the verge of uttering something.

However, Aya let out a coquettish whine.

"Loren, hurry up and take Cupid to get checked. I'm just heartbroken seeing him like this."

Loren wavered for an instant, his gaze darting between me and Rosy.

In the end, he heaved a barely perceptible sigh and turned around.

With utmost care, he scooped up Cupid in his arms and hastened towards the consultation room.

Tightening my grip on Rosy's hand, I murmured softly, "Come on, my love. Let's go."

The doctor's face was solemn as he held the examination report tightly. "Miss, I'm afraid we have a serious situation here,".

"Rosy's body is severely rejecting the artificial heart."

I felt a lump form in my throat.

"How bad is it?" I managed to ask.

The doctor's eyes met mine, filled with concern.

"Very bad. We need to find a compatible artificial heart donor and perform a replacement as soon as possible. We only have one week."

"A week?"

" How are we supposed to find a donor in such a short time?"

The doctor sighed. "I understand this is difficult news, but it's crucial we act quickly. We'll do everything we can on our end, but you should also start reaching out to potential donors. Time is of the essence."