I Gave Them My Kidneys They Gave Me Hatred นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"He's just taking a bit longer to wake up from the anesthesia. That's normal." Time passed strangely. Sometimes I could hear voices around me, and sometimes there was only silence. The pain was constant, though, a dull, throbbing ache in my side that reminded me of what I'd done. I have given Phil one of my kidneys. My brother. Even though we only knew each other for a few weeks, he was my brother, and he is dying. How could I not help him? But that didn't mean I did it for Alex Thompson, the man who claimed to be my father.

Outside the operating room, the entire hallway echoed with the desperate cries of my father, Logan Mitchell, and my husband, Ethan Blackwood. Dad was kneeling on the ground, his aged face contorted with emotion. "You're the only child we have, Rosie! We scraped and saved to put you through medical school! How can you just stand by and do nothing? "Are you even human? The person lying in that bed is your mom! She gave birth to you and raised you! How can you just give the kidney that can save her to someone else?"

"I wasn't the one who made your father an idiot. He was the one who agreed to give away his kidney for a few dollars," His words stabbed me like a million knives to my heart, but my anger was hotter than the pain. Every bit of humanity I had left for him completely vanished. This man in front of me wasn't human. He was a heartless monster, something even the devil would find shameful. "I will make sure that you rot in hell for everything you've done to me," I swore, my voice trembling as rage welled up inside me. Tears trickled down my face betraying the strength I had tried to maintain. "I'll make sure you suffer for every second that my father spent on that surgical table...dying!"

No matter how terrible the conditions were, they could not take away the sweetness of our love. When the doctor told me my kidney was a match for his, I felt relieved. As long as he lived, nothing else mattered. So, I found an excuse to start a fight. I said things so cruel that even I was shaken by my own words. Roman and I had been together for so long that we knew each other better than anyone else. That also meant I knew exactly what would break him. I knew how to make him lose all hope in me. Otherwise, with the way he loved me, he would never have agreed to take my kidney.

The instant those words left my mouth, Xavier's face fell, and Tobias' expression turned cold. "Mom, must you say things like that to hurt us? Once we found out you only had one kidney, we didn't go through with the transplant, did we?" Xavier stepped forward, held my hand, and muttered, "Alright. Let's leave this in the past." But I simply yanked my hand away before slowly closing my eyes. "Who says it's over?" Keeping my voice steady, I enunciated each word deliberately, "Xavier Larson, ask yourself honestly. Did you let me live out of mercy, or did you just realize that taking my kidney would make you a murderer?"

“Why’re you bringing him up? It was just one kidney, and he refused to give it to you. You’re his younger brother! “You were in critical condition, yet he kept making excuses and lied to our faces! “How could we have raised such a heartless monster? That boy is no son of ours!” The two of them grew angrier, as if my refusal to willingly hand over my kidney was some unforgivable crime. Their words were so cruel that even my dead heart twisted in pain. All these years, no matter how much I did for this family, it was never enough. It was just what I owed them. Otherwise, I was nothing but a terrible, heartless monster. My body trembled uncontrollably. My lips quivered. I stumbled over words th

Lina moaned, dragging it out, bed creaking beneath them. "I'll give you a child," she gasped. "A real heir. Not like her—can't even get pregnant." Their moans filled the room, each one stabbing me like a knife. Three years ago, he almost died. I signed the donor papers. Gave him a kidney. When he needed blood, I gave until I passed out. Told myself—if he makes it, I've still got a shot at life. I was wrong. After he recovered, the whole underworld was under heat. His accounts froze during the probe.

Yet, I felt nothing. Someone like her—what good was guilt to her now? "Nina, let me be clear," I said coldly. "The transplant worked. But my remaining kidney is failing. Now I don't know how many years I have left. And I have you to thank for that. I'll never forgive you for as long as I live." Her face went white as a sheet. She crumpled, and a soldier hauled her out of the room. I watched her curl up on the cold floor outside, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Zane, if we find you a suitable kidney, there’s still a chance for you to recover. “Don’t give up on yourself, okay?” Theo suppressed his sadness, hoping I could pull myself together. I shook my head. “It’s too late!” It was all too late. I was very clear about my current situation. When Yelena hurt me, I felt my internal organs move. They even felt damaged. Even God could not save me. Theo sensed my disappointment, and he covered his face in anguish. After a while, he raised his head. “Zane, when you’re discharged, let’s go to South City, okay?”

Convinced that I was the thief, she locked me out of the house and reflected on my behavior in the snow. The next day, I came down with a raging fever and nearly lost my life. I blamed her for that. Even though Tanner and I were her children, she would only heed his call. Still, I couldn’t leave her to die. She gave me life, even if she played favorites. Ultimately, I resolved to donate one of my kidneys to her. As I was severely underweight, the doctor determined that I was unfit to be a donor. I stuffed myself with food to gain some pounds. Even when my stomach cramped violently, I didn’t once give up.