Gerry's tender voice came through; he still couldn't believe that his mother didn't want him.
There must be a reason.
He so hoped that when he was healthy, the first thing he'd see would be his mother's smile.
In the past, his mother often cried when she saw him, and he wanted to see her smile.
Alan was taken aback; he hadn't expected him to make such a request.
"Alright, Daddy promises, Gerry."
At this moment, he couldn't refuse any of Gerry's requests.
"Gerry wants to make a pinky promise. No going back on your word."
Hearing Alan agree, Gerry's face lit up with a smile, and he happily extended his little finger.
"Alright, pinky promise."
Alan's eyes were a bit moist, feeling it was so unfair for Gerry to have such a mother.
If only his mother wasn't this kind of person, it would be so much better.
Alan's mother's eyes were also full of tears, fearing the surgery might fail.
Alan's father stood by without saying a word,
