"They must have been the kind of friends who would die for each other. My son must have helped him before too..."
Agnes fell silent as she thought it over. There was no way that so-called friend was truly her son's close companion.
The two of them clearly did not belong in the same world.
One could casually throw around more money than she could.
The other had struggled just to stay afloat and support his family.
They were completely different levels.
If they were really that close, then why didn't he help his friend get a better job while he was alive?
Why only show loyalty after his death?
Even if they had been buddies, no one would casually give away that much money for nothing.
The whole situation looked like someone was secretly competing with Agnes from behind the scenes.
When the middle-aged woman saw Agnes staying silent, she thought Agnes did not believe her and quickly said,
"Ms. Sinclair, this time I am telling the truth! I am not lying at all!
"You could find anything out, couldn't you?
"You can check anything you want. Just investigate. Everything I said is true. That is all we know..."
Agnes asked, "Is there any way to contact that person?"
The middle-aged woman replied, "No. We usually just wait for his messages. Every time, he finds us himself."
Agnes frowned deeply, lost in thought.
She softened her voice.
She said, "I am not trying to pressure you. I just need to save someone urgently, so I had no choice but to come back to you.
"I am really asking you to help me. No matter how much more it costs, I will pay it."
The middle-aged woman sighed. "What a sin... Ms. Sinclair, since you have said it like this... if we still refuse, we would seem heartless.
"We... we are willing to donate our son's corneas..."
After speaking, she still could not resist asking.
"Ms. Sinclair, seeing how anxious you are... that person must be very important to you, right?"
Agnes went quiet. Suddenly, something struck her and she asked urgently, "Where is your son now?"
The middle-aged woman answered, "At... at the funeral parlor..."
After leaving the town, Agnes immediately sent people to the funeral parlor.
And arranged for the body to be moved to Frank's hospital again.
Agnes personally oversaw the entire process and ensured nothing went wrong.
Even Frank could not help but admire how capable she was.
He originally thought the surgery would have to be canceled, but in the end, it was only delayed by one day.
"I am sorry. I really was busy. Something came up, but it is settled now."
Carmen stepped closer and asked suspiciously,
"What kind of trouble? Why will you not tell me? I could have helped you."
Agnes smiled and leaned lightly on Carmen's shoulder.
"Thank you, Carmen. You are always so kind."
Suddenly, her eyes lit up. She lifted her head.
She said, "Carmen, do you know? I found a matching cornea for Raymond. He will be able to see again soon!"
Carmen's expression froze for a moment, then she asked, "So this is what you have been busy with? Finding a cornea for Raymond?"
Agnes said, "Yes. I asked the doctor, and he said the sooner the transplant is done, the better. If it is delayed any longer, the optic nerve will weaken. Then Raymond's eyes might..."
She stopped mid-sentence, her brows tightening slightly.
Carmen was silent for a moment before saying, "But you found it, right? Then why do you still look unhappy?"
Agnes said, "I am just a bit tired. I will be fine after resting. Raymond can have the surgery tomorrow."
Carmen said, "Since everything is settled, do you finally have time to eat and shop with me now?"
She paused and added, "Or no, you are too tired today. How about we go to a spa and relax instead?"
Agnes did not refuse. Carmen had been inviting her out many times lately, and she had turned her down every time.

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