As I watched Zoila who seemed to be crying or laughing, I felt a sharp pain in my heart. You didn't expect that this heart is the one you have always dreamed of, right?
My wife hurriedly called the doctor in, but secretly slipped out of the ward.
I followed her, wanting to see what could make her give up on her brother who was being rescued and she still had to go to do something.
My wife stood outside the ward, took out her phone, and kept dialing.
I floated over and saw that it was my number.
The line was not through, so she opened WhatsApp and kept making voice calls.
This was the first time I have made Zoila so anxious to find me.
In the past, it was always me who kept looking for my wife, and she kept rejecting my calls.
She always wanted to find me as soon as possible, but she always had reasons for not answering my phone.
Perhaps this was what they called double standards.
Seeing that I didn't answer her calls, Zoila kept muttering viciously.
"Joseph Louise, how dare you not answer my call? Don't think that everything will be find when you don't need to donate a heart to my brother, you must know that you will always be the source of his heart!"