“Are we going to cook at home?”
He did not seem like he had a lot of work to do, and so I nodded my head. It’s not like we had the chance to cook homecooked meals together every day.
Five o’clock in the afternoon, it was drizzling in A City, and the weather was gloomy. Ashton was staying in, and I thought I might as well take the chance to contact the person on the card that Armond handed over to me.
I went back to the bedroom, and called the man. It took him a few rings to pick up. A voice rang, “Hello!”
Stumped by the enthusiasm in his voice, I replied, “Hi, is this Mr. Brandon Dumphy?”
The person mumbled a response and replied in a weird accent, “Yes, speaking. Is there anything I can help you with?”
Puzzled by his weird accent, I was starting to doubt the man. How did Armond get to know people like him? However, I decided to just ask, “Mr. Murphy gave me your contact.”
“Oh, I see. Ah, are you Ms. Stovall?”
“Yes, I am. I’d like to ask if your hospital really could find a bone marrow match and kidney?” I had a notion that it was all too good to be true.
“Yes, we can. What about if you send over your daughter’s most recent medical records to me so that I can have a look first? I’d appreciate it if you could take some time tomorrow for me to bring you for a tour. We do have the supply for what you’re looking for. The only question is if it’s going to match your daughter.”
To be frank, I was a little stumped by the sheer amount of information. However, it seemed like the man really knew what he was talking about. So, I agreed to meet him the next day.
After hanging up the call, Zachary called to inform me that Boris had reached A City as well. My father told me to bring along the man wherever I went, and that he would be of great help in the city.
I agreed. After debating with myself, I sent over Summer’s medical records to Brandon. The man replied after some time: We’ll go visit the place where our stock is coming from. After you have a look at the condition, we could discuss the price.”
Stumped, I replied: Stock? Did the man just refer to organs in people’s bodies as stock?
It seemed like the man did not even bother to explain things to me as he merely replied: Yes. There were no more texts from him since.
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