265. Feel wretched

"Who told you where I live?" Noah asked.

"Jemma shared it. I really need to talk to you." Sara seemed hesitant.

"Let's go inside the apartment. We can sit down and chat comfortably."

"No. I'm fine."

Noah put his hands in his pockets and asked, "Tell me."

Sara, tears in her eyes, said, "Yohan's dying. The liver transplant failed. He needs a new liver urgently."

Noah smirked, "Then find someone else to donate."

"When the potential donor found out they had to donate to Yohan, they demanded a hefty sum of money. And as you know, the company is already drowning in debt."

He smirked, "Who have you come to meet here? Your son is dead to you. Maybe you're here to meet a businessman. But how can I assist you with this? If you're after money to pay off the donor... Sorry, I'm not in a charitable mood."

Sara was taken aback by his harshness but managed to stay composed. "Jimmy, you have the same blood group as Yohan. Can you donate your liver to him?"

Noah's eyes turned dark, and he turned away.