C12 Two Million Asher to Me!

A little internet celebrity who sold smiles actually dared to despise him. Harold's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Very good!" He sat back in his chair and did not want to argue with her anymore. He directly said his decision, "I will give you two million. Asher will belong to me, and I will be responsible for curing his illness."

"Impossible. Asher is mine, and no one can take him away from me." Nina refused firmly.

"Five million. With this money, you will have enough money to live a good life." Harold thought that the money was not enough. After all, she loved money so much that she could even endure a fat pig's dirty hands for money.

"Harold, Asher is not an item. I gave birth to him after ten months of hard work. He cannot be measured with money. No matter how much money you give me, I will not give him to you. He is my son!" Nina clenched her fists and wanted to punch him.

Harold leaned back in his chair and said with a relaxed attitude, "I didn't say that he is an item. It's just that, Nina, your son is by your side. Do you have the ability to cure his illness?"

These words stabbed at the weakest and most helpless part of Nina's heart.

In an instant, she had nothing to say.

Harold had power and influence. As long as he gave the order, he could easily obtain all the top medical resources in the world. Perhaps he could even find the bone marrow of the little Ash.

Seeing the hesitation in Nina's eyes, Harold continued to add fuel to the fire, "I sent Asher's condition to the expert in bone marrow transplantation last night. He said that the rate of recovery was very high, but the development of this condition is very fast. It is best to operate on him before he is six years old. Otherwise, the mortality rate will be as high as 100%."

"Asher is already four years old. Nina, he doesn't have much time left." Harold knocked on the table with his fingers, knocking on it again and again, like a small hammer beating on the heart of Nina.

Her delicate body swayed and her eyes turned red. She bit her lips and did not speak immediately.

Harold was not in a hurry. He waited for her to think it through.

After all, it concerned the safety of her son's life. No mother would bear to see her son die.

However, before Nina could answer, the door of the study room was suddenly pushed open, and a small ball landed on Harold's body.

"Mommy, let's go home. I called Uncle Herman. He's already at the door to pick us up." Asher's face was tense as he glared at Harold and pulled on Nina's arm as they walked out.

He had heard everything that his mother and uncle had said. He was afraid that his mother would abandon him and leave him behind.

If he were to leave his mother, he would rather die.

"Asher." Nina's voice was choked with sobs, and her eyes were filled with reluctance.

Asher's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes turned red. "Mommy, Uncle is lying to you. Don't believe him. Don't …"

A ringtone suddenly interrupted Asher's words.

It was Nina's phone. It was from Herman.

"Hey, Herman …"

"Nina, good news. I've already persuaded the family members who donated their bone marrow. They only need a million. We can immediately operate on Asher," said Herman happily.

Nina immediately smiled happily, "Thank you, Herman."

This was good news, and it came at such a timely moment.

"Asher, don't cry. Mommy won't abandon you." Nina helped Asher wipe away his tears and picked him up.

"Mr. Douglas, I appreciate your good intentions, but my Asher is too poor to afford it. Goodbye!" Nina straightened her back and bowed with a cold expression.

Harold's face was gloomy, but he had just received a call. Why did this woman change her attitude?

Asher laid on Nina's shoulder and made a face at Harold. He said quietly, "Bad uncle!"

Harold felt like he had been shot in the chest.