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

"What did I teach you? You can't tell friend from enemy, and you believe every word you hear!" His voice shook with fury. "You've been a complete idiot!" Blood slid down Piper's forehead. She didn't even seem to feel it. She just stared at me, shock and panic twisting into fear. A cold smile pulled at my lips. Using the wall for support, I forced myself to stand. "Piper, haven't you always wondered why I'm so messed up?" I pointed at the spilled medicine. "I'm not sick because of some disease. I only have one kidney. The other was removed three years ago after I donated it to save a woman dying in an alley."

Her pride was a terminal illness, just like mine. "She... she has to help you," my mother whispered, her voice dropping to a manic, desperate plea. "She loved you, Davis. She gave you her kidney once. If you go to her... if you beg her..." "Look at me!" I shrieked, gesturing wildly to the clear plastic tubes carrying my dark, toxic blood into the machine. "I served her with papers to steal our daughter, I let Valerie raid her servers, and I watched her stand next to a billionaire while my life's work turned to ash. She doesn't love me, Mother. She doesn't even hate me anymore. To Jessica, I am already dead."

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.

Now, it just made me sick. Staring at that elegant packaging, I suddenly raised my hand. I knocked the box over, and raspberry sauce splashed on the carpet like a pool of blood. Leon froze. "Veronica?" "I don't feel well," I said coldly. He frowned, reaching to touch my forehead. "Did you catch a cold?" "I miss my mom," I said, interrupting him. He sighed, and his expression was guilty. "If I had known your mother would die from rejection reactions, I never would have let you donate your 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?"

His fist clenched beside my thigh so hard I heard the leather of the seat strain. “Even when I was scared of needles,” I whispered. “I was forced to go under the knife… countless times. Nobody stood up for me. No one cared. I begged them to stop… but they kept saying I caused Nina’s sickness. That I should pay for it…” His breathing grew harsher. More dangerous. My voice dropped to a broken whisper. “Now they’re asking me to donate my kidney. They don’t even care. They never cared. Or maybe they’re right. Maybe I—”

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...