The billionaires crush

"I have twins who are yours."

After Shea finished speaking, she looked at Moore Slate, who was sitting opposite.

Moore laughed, "Shea, are you kidding me? I haven't seen you since we broke up five years ago."

"The twins are four years old. I had them after that night." Shea said.

Moore's smile disappeared.

Shea leaned forward, and her tone was a little anxious, "I know you are married, and I am not here to destroy your family by telling you this today. I just want you to do me a favor!"

"What is it?"

"Do a marrow match with my son. He has leukemia!"

Moore fell silent.

He raised his head and drank the water in the glass. Then, he said in a deep voice, "Your son and I should not be able to match."

"The odds are higher than with unrelated people..."

She was interrupted by Moore before she finished speaking, "I have no blood relationship with your child!"

Shea was stunned.

"Since you came to me, I'd better tell the truth. Back then, I wasn't the one who had sex with you in that club."

Shea's head buzzed, and it took her a long time to ask, "Then, who is..."

Moore shook his head, "I don't know who it is. When I arrived, you were already... In order not to make you sad, I didn't tell the truth."

Shea suddenly understood, "This is why you broke up with me, isn't it?"

Moore didn't answer but stood up, "Don't come to me again. My wife will mind."

Then he left.

Looking at his back, Shea clenched the tablecloth tightly.

She thought that she had found a little hope for her son, but who knew that she would get such a blow?

Her heart constricted, and she couldn't breathe in pain.

The phone rang. She took a deep breath to look at it and saw that it was a call from a villager, "Miss Quain, come back quickly. Your father suddenly passed out!"

Shea's head went blank for a moment. She hung up the phone and rushed back.

...

At the Hunk Hospital in Hunk City.

"Your father is in the middle stage of gastric cancer, and what is urgently needed now is surgical treatment. Our hospital's capacity is limited. I suggest you transfer him to a large hospital in Sill City for treatment."

The doctor's words made Shea clenched her hands, "Then, how much will it cost?"

"Surgery plus post-radiotherapy and chemotherapy, it is conservatively estimated that it will cost about one hundred thousand."

One hundred thousand!

Shea's heart sank.

The salary of a teacher in this rural place was six hundred a month.

Her father had been paralyzed in bed all year round, and her son had just been diagnosed with leukemia. The medical expenses of the two of them alone were overwhelming for her. Where could she get this one hundred thousand?

After coming out of the doctor's office, she thought about it and made a call.

It was connected, and there was a loud sound in the background.

Shea swallowed her saliva and called, "Mom."

"Why are you calling me now? What's the matter? Hurry up!" The thin female voice sounded impatient.

"I want to borrow some money from you."

"Borrow money? How much?"

"Is one hundred thousand okay?"

There was silence on the phone, and then the voice raised an octave, "Highway robbery! One hundred thousand! Why should I lend you that much money? Who do you think you are?"

"I will pay it back!"

"With your rural teacher's salary?" Mary Jaelle sneered, "It won't be finished until you die!"