Upon hearing this inquiry, Grace Thompson carefully pressed her lips together.
Then she raised her hand and clenched it in front of her, looking into Charlotte Thompson's eyes, opened her mouth word by word:
"Mommy, what do you think the chances are of that heart being a match for me?"
Hearing Grace's question, Charlotte was completely stunned.
She paused for a moment, and at that time, saw the slight flicker of light in her daughter's eyes.
Charlotte raised her arm, her palm gently stroking Grace's long hair.
"Don't worry, Grace, your illness can definitely be cured."
Grace's inquiry indeed left Charlotte not knowing how to answer.
Perhaps because of such a possibility, Charlotte never dared to think about it.
If tomorrow's test results show that the heart isn't a match for Grace...
Charlotte tightly furrowed her brow.
"Mommy, of course I hope my illness gets better soon, but if the heart truly isn't a match, then Jack and the others will be very upset... "
