Novel & Cerita I Gave Them My Kidneys They Gave Me Hatred

I have had enough of Markos and his family. “Ecca!!! Follow me while am still being nice.I stated out in a terrifying chilly voice, which sent cold chills all over her body. I scoffed “Not anymore,you can't force me to do what I don't want to do.Do you even care about your son who you abandoned?Who will take care of him,if I die in the process?Why are you so heartless and mean. I refuse to give anyone my kidney.What will happen tomorrow,let it start today.I barked at him my eyes bloodshot and my vains popping out of my skin.

"Forgot to mention. They're all HIV-positive." Turning to the camera, I added, "Anyone with access, check the city's kidney transplant records from the past five days. Lauren's kidneys are out there." My calm ignited the viewers' fury. The thrill of the spectacle was gone. [Your sister deserved this, you psycho! Go to hell with her!] I tilted my head, unfazed. "Fine by me. But if I go down, they're coming with me. Good Samaritans out there, help these poor souls. Won't your conscience nag you if they die?"

To help my husband, Julian Parker, pay off the debt from his stock-market losses, I agreed to sell one of my kidneys. But on the day of the surgery, our six-year-old daughter, Ella Parker, ran to the clinic all by herself and frantically called Julian for help. Julian sounded conflicted. "Mom's only having one kidney removed. It'll get Dad out of this mess for good. But if she doesn't do it, Dad's whole future is ruined." Ella kept begging him to stop the surgery, but Julian simply hung up. Then he hurried toward a private hospital suite nearby, his face filled with worry. Inside lay Claire Morgan, the woman he'd never gotten over. Her face was deathly pale. "Don't worry. We've got a kidney

But precisely because we'd been married for five years, even though I already knew what he wanted, I needed to hear him say it out loud. Could you really say it, David? He could. With a casual expression, he said, "What if you donated one to her?" I felt ice run through my veins as I stared at him in disbelief. David looked at me intensely. "You have two kidneys. Giving her one to save her life isn't that much to ask, is it?" Something caught in my throat. Finally, I managed to speak. "David, have you lost your mind?" "Lost my mind how?"

I buried my face in my arm and allowed the pain to wash through. Why did my son hate me? Why did Jason allow this to take place? What did I do wrong? I donated my kidney to him. I took the fire for Liam. I lost my beauty, my health, my marriage, and now… my child. One more drink. Then another. I don't know how long I sat there. The world spun. The lights blurred. My body leaned forward. Someone touched my arm. I tried to stand, but my legs failed me.

If you don't, don't blame me for divorcing you! There was silence on the other end. But Maddox did not wait for a response—he simply hung up. "I don't care what you're doing," he said. Even if he did not believe I was dead, even if he refused to accept that I had undergone heart surgery, he had barged into the operating room and taken my kidney with his own hands. I had been cut open twice—I could not possibly recover faster than Cecilia. Then again, of course, what was I compared to her?

“You old d*mned thing! I already cursed you as the old d*mned thing. Do you think I would ever want your approval? “How can you, an old thing, be so narcissistic, self-righteous, and self-satisfied? “I don’t need your approval! I won’t be able to use it! I don’t care for it! Save your approval for your own granddaughter! “There is still one month left. Within this month, I will curse her daily with not being able to find a donor kidney. It would be better if her life expectancy could be shortened to less than a month, and it would be best if she would die tomorrow!”

I continued, "Talia Shea, I've never believed in gods or fate. But six months ago, when I found out you had kidney failure, I prayed every single day. I begged the universe to take me instead, so you wouldn't have to suffer. "And when I learned our kidneys matched, do you know how happy I was? Because it meant you could live. "I would've given you my kidney without hesitation. Hell, I would've given my life for you!" I fell silent, bitterness clawing at my chest. "But you lied. You were never sick. You and Hudson set me up just so I'd donate my kidney to Bianca's son...

I stared at the words floating in front of my face. The heat at the back of my neck climbed to my scalp. A person has two kidneys. You can donate one and live. A person has one heart–trade your heart and you die. She wanted my daughter dead. I did not know yet whether the floating text was real or a hallucination. It did not matter. I was not letting my daughter take a scratch. I slammed my palm down on the table and stood up.

"Yes, I traded you for a matching kidney from Leonid, but not your damn kidneys." I stared up at him, he was fuming, I noticed I had never seen him that furious. He always had a cold face that always screamed -I will do anything to you and you won't do anything- but this face screamed pain and anger, buried in the depths of his heart. "I have a fucking kidney failure!" He continued and his words got my voice disappearing. "And Leonid is a good organ harvester so he offered to give me a match and he needed you in exchange, he did not want money."