Brad, seeing Lora on the verge of fainting from emotion, shot Nikki a furious glare. Without warning, he grabbed her from the bed.
"Do you think donating a kidney and calling your adoptive father will be enough to threaten me?" He seethed. "Nikki, don’t you think you deserve this?"
They hurriedly picked Lora up and left, never sparing a glance at Nikki as she crumpled to the floor.
Alone in the empty ward, she had expected this.
But surprisingly, she no longer cared.
After all, tomorrow was her wedding—the day she would say a final goodbye to the Hewitt brothers.
That night, Nikki quietly checked out of the hospital. She needed to prepare properly for the ceremony.
For the first time in a long while, she managed to sleep peacefully.
But just as dawn broke, a message from the Hewitt brothers arrived.
"Nikki, come to the hospital now."
"If you exchange your kidney with Lora again, we will agree to attend the wedding today."
For a moment, Nikki thought she had misread the words.
They were threatening her—demanding she trade her only healthy kidney for Lora’s failing one, in exchange for them showing up at her wedding?
A blank, hollow laugh escaped her lips as her eyes turned red.