Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 377

Chapter 377 His Eyes Are Like Those Of Amelia

In the meantime, Oscar stood beside the window as he asked, “James, can you ask that leukemia patient to meet me?”

Standing up from the sofa, James questioned, “Why? Give me a reason. You know the donor is willing to donate his corneas and has signed a confidential contract. If you don’t have a legitimate reason, I’m afraid I’ll have to refuse you.”

Oscar spun around and shot a sharp glance at James.

“Don’t trick me with your fancy words, James. Can I meet him or not? Just answer me,” asserted Oscar.

Shrugging, James chuckled. “Since you’ve already made the request, do I have the right to say no? If you want to meet him, I’ll discuss with his family. However, he’s a young man who had just reached twenty. He’s an Anglandur-born Chanaean and his family is quite rich. The man agreed to donate the corneas, so they’ll probably be willing to meet you.”

“Arrange a date with them quickly. I want to meet him as soon as possible.”

“Why do you insist on meeting him? Forgive me for being blunt, Oscar, but I’ll not allow you to do anything illegal. Although the young man’s in the final stages of leukemia, he still has the right to continue living,” warned James.

Rolling his eyes, Oscar replied in sarcasm, “James, I didn’t know that you had the potential to become a scriptwriter.”

“I’ve been obsessed with a few sci-fi films recently,” James responded with a shrug. “So I was actually quite tempted to quit my job as a doctor and become an author.”

Naturally, Oscar did not believe his nonsense.

“I just want to see what the eyes that are so suitable for my wife look like. After all, they’ll be following her for the rest of her life,” explained Oscar.

“Okay, I’ll arrange for it. However, you must not threaten or tempt the patient.”

Oscar ignored him.

As a very efficient man, James quickly set up a date for both of them to meet. Oscar even flew to Anglandur, especially for that.

When he and James entered the restaurant, a Chanaean girl, who was studying overseas there, welcomed them.

“Follow me upstairs, sirs.”

The two of them went upstairs and entered the private room. There were three people already seated inside—a middle-aged couple and a young man who looked like he was in his twenties.

Standing up, the middle-aged couple greeted, “Hello, Dr. James.”

James smiled at them before walking to the young man. “Glenn, how are you feeling?”

Although his face was pale, he was quite handsome. More importantly, he was very polite. Even though he was already suffering from the final stages of leukemia, he did not show any resentment for life.

“Hello, Dr. James. I’m feeling fine. Thank you for caring for me over this period of time,” said Glenn. Struggling to stand up from the chair, he extended a hand to James.