They had already been taken from the hospital and were now in a villa that seemed to be luxuriously decorated.
Thomas's mother was especially happy, clutching her mobile phone and saying incessantly, "Son, your friend is really nice. When did you meet such an incredible friend? They took us to such a fancy place, and even your father's dialysis—there's a specialist doctor here. Your friend also said they would find a **** for your dad. With such a good friend, you must treat them well..."
Thomas's mother said a lot, but she kept repeating one thing—it was essential to be good to that "friend."
Thomas looked at his mother's happy face on the mobile phone and then at his father lying in the bed behind her, feeling as if the weight of an entire mountain was pressing down on his heart.
