“What’s the matter?” Sebastian asked.Rosalie recalled something, but she wasn’t too sure about it. It didn’t seem appropriate for her to abruptly bring it up too, so she shook her head. “Nothing. Let me help you clear up the mess. These documents are important. Don’t just throw them around like this next time.”Rosalie bent down to pick up the documents, piece by piece.“No need, Rose. Let me.”Sebastian rushed over to pick up the documents with her.Their hands touched when they tried picking up the same document.Rosalie pulled her hand back, as if she felt a jolt of electricity. Her lips curled in an awkward smile as she handed the document to Sebastian.“I’ll be going now. I still have things to do.”Sebastian asked, “Aren’t you going to wait for Yvonne? I’ll call her now and tell her to come back.”“No need. I have something to do, and I won’t be able to have lunch with her anyway. Perhaps next time.”“Where are you going? I can give you a lift.”“No need. I can just
“Mom’s going to take you away for a while. Where do you want to go?”Rosalie had to find a place where no one knew her, and give birth to the baby before she started showing.As she was thinking, her phone rang.Not knowing who it was, she picked up her phone. There, she saw an unknown number. She swiped across the screen to answer. “Hello?”However, no sound came from the other end of the line.“Hello, who is this?” Rosalie pressed, but there was still no response.Suddenly, the caller hung up abruptly.Rosalie was puzzled. Could it have been a wrong number?Just as she was about to put down the phone, it rang again. It was the same number.Rosalie answered again. “Hello?”And yet, there was still no sound. “If you don't speak, I'll hang up and block this number.”Despite that, the phone remained silent. There was still no sound.A sudden chill ran down Rosalie’s spine—she could hear someone’s breath. There was no problem with her phone… The caller wasn’t speaking on p
Just as Cynthia was about to scream, the man pulled out a knife and traced the edge of it lightly with his fingers. “Slitting your throat open only takes a second. Scream if you don't believe me.”Cynthia swallowed her scream, her eyes wide as she began to panic. “Who are you?! I'm telling you, I'm no ordinary person! If you dare to lay a finger on me, I guarantee you'll pay a heavy price! Theo won't let you go!”“Where is he, then?” The man looked around, puzzled. “Why are you alone in the ward, feeling so angry that you want to drag someone else to hell? Well, at least you’re self-aware. You know you deserve to go to hell.”“You...” Cynthia was so furious that her heart nearly stopped. “What do you want?!”The man put away the knife. “There's no need to panic, Miss Zeller. I'm here to make a deal with you. Like I said, we can be friends. We don’t have to be enemies.”Cynthia didn’t remember knowing someone like this strange man. Judging from his words, he seemed to know Theo
The man snorted. "There are ten million patients waiting for heart transplants in this country, but fewer than 500 successful transplants are performed each year. The probability is less than 0.00005%. The rest either survive on heavy medication and treatment, or die while waiting. Miss Zeller, which option do you think you will get?"Cynthia was rendered speechless."But I’m certain that no matter which one it is, it will end badly for you. You say you want to drag Rosalie to hell with you, but do you have the ability?" the man pressed.His words were cruel, but it was the harsh reality. Cynthia had to admit he was right.She retorted hoarsely, "Theo will help me. He definitely will...""So what if he helps you?" the man interrupted. "In this world, no matter how wealthy or powerful someone is, he must face death. When you're terminally ill, money just makes dying a bit more comfortable. No one can stop death. Money can only delay it a bit. You’ll only get to live a few more ye
When he said the word "friends", it was clearly in quotes. Cynthia knew this—no one in the world would make friends this way.Ulterior motives like these were only driven by self-interest.Cynthia suddenly burst into laughter. "Of course Theo is very important to me! You're ridiculous to think that you can get me a heart. Theo hasn't even managed it yet, but you say you can."The man took a phone from his pocket, and tapped it a few times. Suddenly, the hospital alarm blared, the sound shrill and ear-piercing.Cynthia became tense, and her face turned pale. "What did you do?""Nothing, just playing with the alarm. Listen to how nervous people outside are."He stood up, and straightened his coat. "It seems you truly love Theodore, Miss Zeller. You don’t doubt his sincerity at all. In that case, we can't be friends—though I admire you. Love is more important to you than your own life. It’s commendable. Maybe when you get to the underworld, the King of Hell will show you mercy."
"Unless what?" Theodore asked."Theodore, tell me honestly. Do you want to save me?" Cynthia asked."Of course I do! Cindy, I only hope for your good health. I’ll do everything in my power to help you." He genuinely wanted to save her."Then why can't you find a heart?" Cynthia thought about what the unknown man had said today. The chances were too slim, and she was terrified of dying. She didn't want to perish alongside Rosalie—she wanted to live well, to send Rosalie to hell, and to live happily ever after with Theodore. She wanted those wretches to not be able to rest, even in death."Hearts are the scarcest and hardest to match in the transplant database. Why do we have to wait?" Cynthia said anxiously. "You can look elsewhere!"Theodore frowned. "What do you mean?""Theo, aren't there some underground businesses?" Cynthia's eyes were filled with anxiety and expectation at the same time. "Since certain items can be traded on the black market, then hearts can too! It won
"Maybe some people would sacrifice themselves for their families to get money. There must be some," Cynthia persisted.Theodore shook his head helplessly—he had nothing more to say.Seeing Theodore's cold reaction, Cynthia became anxious. "Are you saying you're not willing to help me find one?"She took the moral high ground. "Do you not care about me anymore? You seem to be blaming me, as if I'm one of those criminals! But even if I don't buy it, others will, and those shady industries will still exist!"Theodore had never heard Cynthia say something so irrational.He was furious. It was like someone justifying buying a bride by saying that even if they didn't buy, others would, and the human trafficking would continue.Wasn’t it true that without demand, there would be no harm?Human nature was so despicable.Theodore suddenly didn't want to talk to Cynthia anymore.Suppressing the pain in his back and his anger, he said coldly, "You need to calm down. Don’t contact me f
Cynthia cried hysterically, to the point it was tragic. She held onto Theodore's arms tightly, pressing against his injured back. Theodore frowned, and let out a muffled groan. Cynthia, in her intense crying, didn't hear his discomfort."Theo, forgive me. I’m sorry. I won't say such things again. I'll wait patiently, even if I can't get a heart. Please forgive me this time, I'm begging you!"Suddenly, she clutched her chest. It was hard for her to breathe, and she fainted in Theodore's arms."Cindy!" Theodore grabbed her chin and shook her face, then turned and shouted, "Doctor!"-The doctors worked hard to save Cynthia. Later, she was too weak to cry anymore, so she just lay quietly on the bed. The medical monitor beeped steadily. Theodore stood by the bedside, sighing helplessly.He had indeed said some harsh things, but considering her situation—so young and facing death—it was understandable that she would be afraid and therefore spoke without thinking.Cynthia slowly o