บททั้งหมดของ Betrayed by my Ex-husband; Married to my Heart Donor: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Camila’s face whitened, she had expected anybody but Aston. Before she could react, the door opened and Aston stood before her.He stared at her blankly for a few seconds before his eyes narrowed with recognition. “Camila? What are you doing here?” “Me? I-I wanted to… wanted to use the restroom.” Camila stuttered, scratching the back of his neck.Braden glanced past Camila. “Ma'am, are you the only one in here?”“Maybe… maybe not,” Camila said, turning around slowly.“You didn't see any woman in a blue coat walk in?” Braden pressed further.Camila clamped her hand together. “Blue… blue coat?” Aston stepped forward before Braden could answer her and lifted Camila off her feet. He dropped her over his shoulder and began walking out of the restroom.Camila pressed her lips together as she knew fighting him would be anything but useful. Minutes later, Aston walked into her ward and dumped her on top of her bed. He dragged out the coat from her head and tossed it into the trash can.Cam

Camila felt her world tilt right in front of her eyes as the words echoed in her ear. Michael turned off his phone and put it away. “I'm sincerely sorry but Mrs. Winston, you should be expecting the worst.”  Camila shook her head slowly, her throat dead dry. She had been expecting and preparing for this news for as long as she can remember. But everything felt different after hearing it. Her father had survived and lived for more than five decades and sometimes she forgot he had a disease. Michael opened the file in front of him. “He sent some medical reports alongside it.” “Mr. Edgar had undergone a heart surgery and his body rejected the organs. His case is rare and very hard to treat, it's a miracle that he has survived this long.”  “Yeah, he has survived too long so why—” Camila cut herself o

Camila's face twisted into something darker as she realized she had missed Pete's head by an inch. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the trigger button again.But someone suddenly snatched the gun from her, pulling her into a firm chest. The sharp scent of the after shave was enough to tell her who it was.She tried struggling against Aston's grip but it was all to no avail.“Take him out of here,” Aston ordered the officers.The heavy shuffling of feet told Camila that they were moving… the man that is causing her father's death was going away scout free.She stomped her foot hard on Aston's feet. He let out a low groan but his grip on her didn't loosen a bit.She wanted to yell at him to let her go when her eyes caught a scalpel on the desk. She leaned towards it slowly and before Aston could realize what was happening, her fingers were already clasped around it.Without thinking, she moved against Aston's arm like she was uncomfortable. Aston adjusted his arm to stroke her ha

A muscle in Aston's jaw twitched as he clenched his fist tightly beside him. “What do you want?” “My husband,” Portia stated, her voice edged. “If you want your wife you have to hand me my husband.” Camila let out a low chuckle under her breath, her eyes crinkling slightly by the side. “Go ahead and kill me,” she whispered, tilting her head slightly to meet Portia's eyes. “It would save you and your son a lot of mental stress.”Portia's eyes narrowed slowly on Camila. “You want me to kill you?” Camila flashed Portia a half smile as she noticed her hand loosening against the knife. Before Portia could realize what was going on, Camila stepped hard on her toe and shoved her back hard.The knife slashed through Camila's skin, she clasped her hand around her neck to stop the bleeding.Portia regained her balance the next second and tried to attack Camila again but Aston caught her hand and twisted it, forcing her to let go of the knife.Two of Aston's men rounded Portia and pinned her

Camila's eyes widened. “What did you just say?” “Your husband… your husband gave the order.” The man repeated, his voice shaking slightly.I shook my head, my grip on the pen loosening slowly. My thoughts were spiralling around in circles. The man shoved her back, arranging his collar. Camila staggered back, the desk behind her kind enough to break her fall. The officers tried to reach her but the man stopped them.“You can leave us,” the man ordered, walking towards Camila. “And remember, don't tell anyone about this.” The officer hesitated for a second and without another word, they walked out of the room.“Are you sure about this, deputy? The order was given by Mr. Winston himself?” Camila asked to be sure.The man nodded his head. “I only received a call from his assistant, Braden. I was told to keep my lips shut and agree he was brought here.”“Brad-Braden,” I repeated, staggering towards the door. “I just need to find him.”“Mrs. Winston, please drive carefully.” The man cal