My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict (Grace) novel Chapter 1327

Chapter 1327 

Grace said, “Yes, I’m happy. Our marriage is far happier than 

I thought it would be. Sometimes, I’m a little worried because I’m so happy right now. Especially after comparing myself with Kyla and Lina, I-” 

“No!” he interrupted her abruptly and said with great certainty, “No matter what happens, we’ll be together 

forever!” 

His gaze was intense and domineering, catching her firmly 

like a net. 

She was willing to be caught in his net. “Yes, we’ll be together 

forever!” 

It was after three in the morning. Kyla Corbyn dragged her tired body back to the rental house. She took out several boxes of medicine, filled a glass of water, and took her pills. 

There were seven or eight of these pills altogether. These used to be the last thing she wanted to take, but now, they gave her hope to live another day. 

When Mrs. Corbyn came out of the bedroom, her eyes could not help turning red when she saw her daughter taking the medicine. “I think you should stop running the food stall. We still have some savings. Or I can work as a domestic helper so you can spend more time with Nelson.” 

Kyla Corbyn swallowed the last two pills and turned to look at her mother. “Mom, you’re too old to be a domestic helper. 

I’ll run the food stall for another month and make some more 

money. After all, we need to spend a lot on medicine every 

month. I’ll close my stall in a month and spend time with 

Nelson then.” 

Mrs. Corbyn felt sadder as she looked at her daughter’s calm appearance. “Did the hospital really check it right? Did they-” 

“I’ve been to two hospitals. The test results are the same. How 

could they be wrong?” said Kyla Corbyn. 

“Why don’t you ask Grace for help? Hasn’t she married Jason? Jason is so influential in Emerald City. Maybe he can find a good doctor to treat you? There’s hope!” Mrs. Corbyn said 

unrelentingly. 

Kyla Corbyn shook her head. “I owe Grace enough already. 

She’s pregnant, and I don’t want her to worry about me. What’s more, my sickness is already in the intermediate late stage. I’ve seen the specialists in both hospitals. They all said there’s no other way but to replace the liver. But Mom, you 

know I have a unique blood type. Most livers won’t be a match. for me, and it’s almost impossible to find a liver with the same blood type as mine.” 

She chose to hand Nelson to Martin Weiss because she had already been sentenced to death and could do nothing more. 

Mrs. Corbyn could not help but cry. “Why did you get your father’s blood type? If only you got mine. An old woman like 

me is of no use. If only I could give you my liver.”