When she accidentally burned her hand while setting off fireworks one New Year's Eve, he had been more panicked than she was. From that day forward, he never let her light fireworks again. Instead, he held them up for her to watch, staying up all night just so she could enjoy them—every single year.
This same rebellious boy, once so full of passion and sincerity, had deceived her into giving up a kidney with a lie.
And now, he expected her to lie on an operating table again and give up another one.
Maybe everything had gone wrong the moment she had chosen the wrong heart transplant recipient.
Tears blurred Nikki’s vision as a bitter smile formed on her lips. "Three kidneys? How could I possibly have three? Brad, I lied to you to put your mind at ease… and you actually believed it."
Brad narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously. "I know you don’t want to donate a kidney to Lora. But don’t forget—her weak health is because of you. You stole her rightful place as the rich family’s daughter, while she suffered outside for years. Don’t you think you should atone for that?"
"I…"
"Enough."
Howard’s voice cut in impatiently as he stepped out of the ward. His tone was deep and authoritative.