"One is with an evil heart, and the other one is vicious. You are such a perfect match."
The lights in the operating room dimmed. Troy looked somewhere. Two bodyguard-like men lifted me.
The same scene happened.
A surgical cart was pushed out.
One represented life, and the other one represented death.
Siena walked to one of the surgical carts, looking exaggeratedly sad.
"Mr. Doyle, thank you for everything you donated for my brother. He will be grateful to you for the rest of his life."
“Don't worry, I will arrange the best crematorium for you. When the ashes are formed, I will put them together with Mrs. Doyle's before scattering them into the sea.
"Get out of here. Leave me alone." I kicked one of the bodyguards and finally hit his vital spot in the next second, gaining my freedom.
I pushed Siena away and stood in front of the operating table, my chest heaving violently. Then a pang of sour and sweet taste surged in my throat.
"You guys get out of here. I won't let you get near my parents again."
"Don't you want me to fail here?"
"Then just kill me."
"What's going on? Jessa, how are your parents?"
A voice rang out in the noisy corridor suddenly.