Liya's words poured out like a torrent, a heartbreaking mixture of love, guilt, and desperation.
Her eyes brimmed with tears as she spoke of her daughter, Kathi, her voice trembling with
emotion.
"Kathi is my everything," Liya continued, her gaze drifting off into memories. "She's the reason I
wake up in the morning, the reason I keep going. Her smile, her laughter, her kindness... they're
all I have left to hold onto."
Peter's confusion deepened as Liya's words washed over him. He glanced at John, seeking
some understanding, but John's face was a mask of shock and dismay.
Liya's voice cracked as she revealed the devastating truth about Kathi's condition.
"Cardiomyopathy... it's a cruel fate. I've watched my daughter's light fade, her spark dim. I've
tried everything, searched everywhere, but... but there's nothing left. No matching donor heart,
no miracle cure. Just a few more days, a few more precious moments with my child."
Liya's hands clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms. Her eyes blazed with a
desperate intensity, a mother's love driven to extremes. Peter felt a shiver run down his spine as
he realized the true extent of Liya's desperation.
And then, it hit him – the horrifying truth. Liya's request, her plea for help, was not just about
saving her daughter's life. It was about something far more sinister, something that would
change Peter's life forever.
*A Mother's Unthinkable Request*
Peter's confusion turned to horror as Liya's words hung in the air like a challenge. Her eyes, a
mix of guilt, desperation, and longing, locked onto his, pleading for something that seemed
unthinkable.
"After I realized I was going to lose my daughter, I wanted to see you," Liya explained, her voice
trembling. "I don't ask why. I just wanted to see you again. Maybe some of the pain of losing
Kathi would go away. I decided to find you, and I discovered you were living in the same city
where I left you. So, I moved here and slowly started to make amends. A few days ago, you had
an accident at the construction site. I came to see you in the hospital, and I told the doctor to run
some tests to see if your heart matched Kathi's."
Peter's mind reeled as he stumbled backward, his heart racing with fear. Liya's request was
monstrous, a mother's love twisted into something grotesque.
"I know it's a lot to ask, but... I believe it's meant to be," Liya continued, her voice laced with a
hint of madness. "You're our last hope, Peter. You can save my daughter, your sister. Please,
help her."
John, Liya's husband, intervened, his hands grasping Liya's arms as if to restrain her.
"Liya, what do you think you're doing?" John's deep voice was laced with a mix of shock and
disgust. "Do you realize what you're asking? We have no right to ask anything from him, not
after what we did to him."
John's eyes met Peter's, filled with a deep sense of guilt and apology. "I'm sorry, Peter. We'll
leave you alone. You don't have to be afraid."
But Liya's face contorted in anger, her voice rising to a near-shriek. "Who would you choose,
John? Your daughter or him?" The air was heavy with tension as John's eyes dropped, his face
pale. He remained silent, his lips pressed into a thin line, unable to voice his choice.
Peter's eyes widened in disappointment, his heart heavy with the realization that John, too, was
willing to sacrifice him for his own daughter. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by
Liya's ragged breathing and Peter's own thundering heart. *A Heartbreaking Sacrifice*
The tension in the room reached a boiling point, the air thick with unbearable silence. Liya's
eyes, filled with tears, revealed the depth of her desperation. Peter's words, laced with pain and
hurt, cut through the silence.
"You abandoned me, left me alone all these years," Peter said, his voice cracking. "Suddenly,
you come asking me to sacrifice my life so your daughter can live. Why am I less deserving to
live than your daughter? Why?"
Liya's face contorted, her eyes blazing with a mix of guilt and determination. She knew she had
to push Peter to the limit, to break the last shred of hope he clung to.
"Because she's loved by everyone, and you've never been loved by anyone," Liya spat, her
words venomous. "No one loves you, Peter. Even your father left you before I did. I never loved
you, and I never wanted to. You're just a result of a fun I had with someone. So, why don't you
do us a favor, a great help? Sacrifice your depressing life so my daughter can live."
Peter's face crumpled, his eyes welling up with tears. He felt as though he'd been punched in
the gut, his last shred of hope extinguished. With a shaking voice, he whispered, "This is your
true self, Mother. It's okay, I'm done now. I'm done with life."
But then, in a shocking turn of events, Peter said, "I'll do it. You can have it. I mean, your
daughter can have my heart."
Liya's face lit up with a mixture of joy and relief, but John looked on, his eyes filled with shame
and disgust.
Liya turned to Peter, asking, "You'll really do this for us? Why, after all I've done to you?"
Peter's smile was faint, but his words cut deep. "Because, Mother, I want to prove to you that I'm
worthy of love, even if it's just for a moment. I want to show you that my life has value, even if
it's just to save your precious daughter."
Liya's smile faltered, her dam of emotions bursting as she collapsed into a torrent of tears. She
couldn't bear to look at Peter, the weight of her guilt and shame crushing her.