“Ms. Winters, are you absolutely certain you want to donate your corneas to Mr. Harrington?” “I am.” I forced a smile, but even the brightest grin couldn’t hide my pale complexion. “The corneas are for him. Once I’m gone, I want my body donated for medical research.” Just a few days ago, I was diagnosed with an aggressive brain tumor. The doctors told me the chances of successful surgery were incredibly low. So, I decided to forgo treatment. “Since you’ve made up your mind, please sign this donor form.” I scrawled my name, then added, “Please keep this a secret from my husband.” Leaving the hospital, I sat in the taxi, staring down at Julian’s SnapChat messages. The driver chimed in, “Hey there, miss, it’s pouring out. Why aren’t you heading home? Where are you off to?” I finally looked out at the torrential rain, a small smile touching my lips. A thrill of anticipation buzzed beneath my skin. “I’m going to pick up my husband.” The driver chuckled, saying my husband was a lucky man, and a warmth spread through my chest. Julian had been unusually communicative today. Could it be because he was finally getting his cornea transplant next month? I didn’t dare waste a second. I hopped out of the cab, sprinted into the rain, and hurried toward the bar. My thin cover-up was almost drenched. I dabbed myself dry with paper towels in the restroom before heading to his VIP room. “Julian, I’m here to pick you up.” “Pffft, hahaha——” “She actually came? In this downpour!” A wave of mocking laughter crashed over me. I steadied myself, my eyes adjusting to the smoke-filled room. It was packed with Julian’s usual crowd of privileged friends. Julian sat regally in the center of the chaos, his crisp white shirt a stark contrast to the smoky room, yet a cigarette still dangled from his fingertips. He tilted his head, a cruel smirk playing on his lips, his eyes unfocused. “Aria Winters, I just tossed you a random location, and you came running like a damn dog.” “How pathetic are you?” The room erupted in laughter again. The dull ache in my chest twisted into a sharp, agonizing stab, stealing my breath. Still, I managed a fragile smile. “Julian, let’s go home.” Julian acted as if he hadn’t heard me, raising his drink to his lips. I stumbled closer and snatched the glass from his hand. “Julian, you have surgery next month. You can’t drink.” “Who are you to tell me what to do?” Was it just my imagination, or did I see cold indifference and mockery in his vacant eyes? “Julian, you’ll be able to live a normal life next month. Aren’t you happy?” He stayed silent. I took a deep breath, struggling to speak again. “I heard Serena Davies is back…” “You don’t even deserve to utter Serena’s name!” At that name, Julian, who had been lazily mocking me, exploded in a sudden rage. He grabbed an ashtray from the coffee table and hurled it at me. I couldn’t dodge in time. A gash opened on my forehead, instantly oozing blood. The room fell silent. His friends hesitated, exchanged glances, then quietly slipped out. Leaving the space for the warring couple. “If it weren’t for you, how would Serena have left New York City? How would I have gone blind?” His voice was a venomous growl, his face contorted with a searing hatred. “Why don’t you just die! A vicious, manipulative woman like you – why are you even still alive?!” My face was ashen at his words, my heart twisting in agony. Yet, I forced a bitter laugh. “Julian, even if you hate me, I’ve never regretted taking you from Serena Davies. I simply…” “Enough!” My words were cut short by Julian’s sharp roar. “You’re not worthy to speak Serena’s name!” He then fumbled, trying to stand. Ignoring the throbbing pain, I scrambled forward, reaching out to help him. Julian’s hand shot out. Before I could feel a flicker of hope that he wasn’t rejecting me this time, my breath hitched. His fingers were clamped around my throat. Veins bulged on his hand, and he squeezed without mercy. My face flushed crimson. “The thought of seeing your pathetic face after my surgery next month makes me sick! Get out of my life permanently. Don’t ever appear before me again.” *** Chapter 2 “Get out!” Just as my vision blurred and black spots danced before my eyes, Julian suddenly released me. I lost all balance, falling backward with a thud against the floor, completely drained of strength. I coughed violently, my lungs burning as if they’d be torn out. Julian heard the sound, but only wiped the back of his hand with a handkerchief, a look of disgust on his face. My nose burned. The next second, dark crimson blood gushed out, accompanied by a piercing, needle-like pain in my head. I touched it, and my hand came away covered in blood. Terrified Julian would notice, I stumbled into the VIP room’s bathroom. I rinsed my face endlessly until the bleeding finally stopped. When I emerged, the room was empty. A sad smile touched my lips. I laughed, but tears streamed down my face. It was still pouring outside. Julian had left, clearly with no intention of taking me with him, and I couldn’t get a cab. Left with no choice, I called Eleanor, Julian’s mother. Eleanor was frantic when she heard I was stranded at the bar and immediately dispatched their family driver. I waited at the entrance. My head suddenly spun, and I collapsed, losing consciousness. When I opened my eyes again, Eleanor and Richard’s worried faces were hovering over me. “Aria, you have a fever. Do you feel any better?” I nodded weakly, still feeling the world spin. A wave of nausea hit me, and I clutched my chest, dry heaving a couple of times. Eleanor and Richard exchanged glances, then tentatively asked, “Aria, are you… pregnant?” I froze for a moment, then shook my head with a bitter smile. I desperately wanted to have Julian’s child, but I couldn’t get pregnant. From the moment I married Julian, he forced me to get an IUD. And whenever we were intimate, he always used protection, and made me take birth control pills afterward just in case. How could I possibly be pregnant? Eleanor gently stroked my hair, her eyes filled with such warmth and motherly affection. “Julian, that scoundrel, leaving you alone like that! I’m going to give him a piece of my mind.” Just then, Julian pushed open the door and entered. He frowned, reaching out to feel my forehead. His hand met scalding skin and the bandage wrapped around my head. His heart tightened. He’d forgotten. The ashtray must have hit me. Richard couldn’t help but scold him. “If you cared about Aria, why would you leave her out there alone?” Julian’s expression shifted, and his hand, now clenched into a fist, dropped away. “Alright, that’s enough.” “You two talk. We’ll step out.” Eleanor shot a look at Richard, and they headed for the door. Before leaving, she didn’t forget to add, “Julian, be gentle with Aria. The sooner you two patch things up, the sooner we can have grandchildren.” “Aria Winters, you did this on purpose, didn’t you?” The tender concern in his gaze vanished, replaced by a harsh accusation. Julian was convinced I’d engineered this. “You called my parents to send a driver, then deliberately collapsed, faking illness, just to play the victim in front of them, didn’t you!” He scoffed, his expression growing even more contemptuous. “What’s your game? Trying to get pregnant? Pulling the sympathy card with my parents – how utterly manipulative and cunning you are!” “No… I didn’t.” Julian didn’t give me a chance to defend myself, immediately passing judgment. “I’m telling you, I’d rather die childless than let someone as disgusting as you carry my offspring.” His tone was utterly disgusted, as if I were something vile and unclean. “And I’d never touch someone like you.” I had no words to argue. Not only did the wound on my forehead ache, and the tumor in my brain throb, but my entire being felt crushed. My heart hurt so much I could barely breathe. “Julian, I didn’t. I never thought that.” “You better not have!” Julian sneered, then reached out and yanked me up. “Now get home.” Richard and Eleanor couldn’t stop him. Julian gripped my wrist tightly, his hold unyielding. He dragged me along like that, and I nearly stumbled several times. *** Chapter 3 The ride home was silent. I sat in the passenger seat with the driver, while Julian sat alone in the back, the curtains drawn. He never allowed me to sit beside him, always claiming I made him feel dirty. But I always made sure to be impeccably clean, and even wore his favorite perfume scent every time. I hung my head, fidgeting with my fingers like a scolded child. The car pulled into the driveway, and I scurried to help Julian out. “I’m not some helpless invalid. Get away from me.” Julian roughly shook off my hand, as if I’d shocked him, quickly recoiling. Unprepared, my hand slammed into the car door. My skin instantly reddened, a large, angry mark blooming across my pale hand. Tears stung my eyes, and a sharp throb shot through my delicate, pale hand. “Julian, I’m back.” A sickly sweet, soft female voice suddenly sounded behind us. I froze, as if struck by lightning. “Serena!” The usually aloof and arrogant man instantly lost his composure, turning anxiously towards the sound, a hint of desperation in his vacant eyes. “Is that you, Serena?” “It’s me, Julian.” Serena Davies’s exquisite face was alight with smiles. She sauntered towards him on high heels. I watched, stunned, as Serena approached, my mind reeling back two years. She was just as beautiful as she’d been then, time barely leaving a trace on her face. A bitter, sickening wave washed over me, a surge of grief and indignation choking my chest. I was about to die, so why did Serena have to come back now? Serena stopped in front of Julian. Completely oblivious to my presence, she tenderly placed her delicate hand on his cheek. “Julian, after all these years, have you been well?” Her voice held a slight tremor, as if genuinely worried about him. A wave of anger swelled inside me. I clenched my fists at my sides. If she truly cared about him, how could she have left the country and married another man almost immediately? The scene from two years ago abroad flashed before my eyes again: Serena in a white wedding gown, her expression cold and indifferent. I had begged her to return, offered to give Julian back to her, only asking that she treat him well and stay by his side. But what had Serena said? Facing my almost pleading stance, she had simply brushed off my hand with a cold sneer: “I won’t marry a blind man. I certainly won’t waste the rest of my life taking care of him.” Serena was the one who abandoned Julian, so why is she back now, practically throwing herself at him? The thought drained all color from my face, and my still-recovering body trembled violently. The two of them had already clasped hands, beginning to pour out their hearts to each other. Just as Julian was about to pull Serena into a hug, she suddenly pushed him away. “Julian, no, you’re someone else’s husband now.” “I only came back to see how you were doing. I don’t want to disturb your life. I have to go.” “Serena, wait.” Julian’s hand reached out, grasping at empty air. I reacted instantly, grabbing Julian’s arm, terrified he would actually leave with her. “Julian, let’s go home.” “Get lost!” Julian violently shook off my arm, took a few steps, and pulled Serena tightly into his embrace. Serena willingly leaned into him, then shot me a triumphant, challenging glance. My breath hitched. The sight stung my eyes, a fresh wound opening in my heart. I rushed forward like a woman possessed, tearing them apart, my voice a desperate whisper: “I’m your legal wife! Make this woman leave!” Julian, already feeling vulnerable and insecure facing his former lover while blind, was utterly humiliated by my outburst. He brought his hand down, a heavy slap connecting with my face. “Are you out of your mind?!” The blow made my head spin, snapping my head to the side. At the same time, the piercing headache returned. I groaned in pain, clutching my head tightly. Serena feigned alarm, pressed a quick kiss to Julian’s cheek, then reluctantly stepped out of his embrace. “Julian, I’ll see you another time.” Julian made no move to stop her, nor did he pay any attention to me, sobbing in pain on the ground. He tried to walk past me into the house, but I grabbed his pant leg. My face was stark white, my lips bitten until they bled. My chest heaved violently, and a faint twitch pulled at the corner of my mouth. My voice was a raw, hoarse whisper, as if squeezed from my very soul. “Julian Harrington, spend one last week with me, like real husband and wife, and I’ll sign the divorce papers.” Uttering those words drained every ounce of my energy, all the fight leaving me. My limbs felt like they were being torn apart by a leopard, the pain so intense I could barely breathe. “If you don’t agree, I’ll die before I ever give up the title of Mrs. Harrington.” Julian froze, seemingly pondering the reason behind my words. After a moment, he said in a low, grave tone, “Alright.” “One week from now, we’ll have nothing to do with each other.” Nothing to do with each other, huh? I smiled. I would give him exactly what he wanted. *** Chapter 4 Lying alone on the big bed in the bedroom, my mind was consumed by the scene from two years ago. When our two families arranged the marriage, I had no idea Julian already had a girlfriend he loved. As soon as the engagement was announced, Serena left the country. Julian, rushing to the airport to chase after her, got into a car accident and had been blind ever since. Watching Julian lying unconscious in the hospital bed, a flood of grief washed over me, completely drowning me. So, I frantically pursued her abroad, only to witness Serena’s wedding. I begged and pleaded, but Serena refused, her eyes devoid of any emotion. “He’s blind now. How could I possibly go back?” Her cruel, unfeeling face was still vivid in my memory. Why was she suddenly back now, and what was her purpose? I rolled over. Seeing the time, I got up to prepare Julian’s medication. As I stood by the study door, I overheard him talking to his childhood friend, Sam Jensen. “Serena’s back. Are you going to get a divorce?” Julian scoffed, tapping a rhythm on the desk. “Of course, I’m getting a divorce.” “My surgery is in three days. I’ll have a new lease on life.” He let out a long breath, as if anticipating sweet relief. Even after being tormented by him so many times, his attitude still hurt me. Sam sighed, shaking his head in confusion. “You could have cured your eyes with medication. Why drag it out until now?” He looked at Julian with frustration, as if he wanted to slap some sense into him. “Do you know how much more Aria suffered because you insisted on being blind?” Julian chuckled dismissively, his tone nonchalant. “I didn’t want to see her disgusting face. She doesn’t deserve a healthy husband either.” “I want her to live in guilt forever, begging for my forgiveness, never knowing happiness.” An unexpected, sharp pain struck my chest, as if a heavy weight had slammed into my heart. He deliberately gave up the chance to heal his eyes, all to torment me for two years. For two years, though I got to stay by Julian’s side, I lived in constant guilt, struggling to sleep every night. Even after finally falling asleep with melatonin, I would dream of Julian, tears of blood streaming from his blind eyes. He’d grab my throat like an enraged lion, the calluses on his fingers pressing until I couldn’t breathe. “You deserve to die!” I always woke up in tears. But now, I realized it could all have been avoided. My wrist trembled, and the glass I was holding slipped, shattering into pieces. “Who’s out there?” Julian, blinded, had developed heightened hearing. He quickly noticed the sound. Sam opened the door and greeted me. I awkwardly stepped back, struggling to explain. “Julian, I came to bring you your medicine, but I accidentally dropped it.” “Clumsy. You can’t do anything right.” Julian’s voice was icy, devoid of any warmth. “Call Brenda to clean it up.” Brenda was the housekeeper. “No need.” I felt the tears welling up, no longer able to suppress them. I knelt to pick up the glass shards. My nose started bleeding again. My vision swam, my knees buckled, and I collapsed forward. Before I completely lost consciousness, I thought I heard Sam’s terrified shout. When I opened my eyes again, Julian’s tense face was directly above me. “Julian…” “What happened to you? Sam said you lost a lot of blood.” Perhaps it was the fear of being so close to death, but the old straightforwardness had left me. I was scared. Scared of losing Julian. “I… I’m sick.” “Sick with what?” Julian frowned, a flicker of genuine concern in his eyes. “I…” Before I could speak again, Julian’s phone rang, a special ringtone for a special person. Julian answered without a second thought. Serena Davies’s sobbing voice echoed clearly in the quiet room. “Julian, I need surgery. Aria met me at a restaurant today and pushed me down the stairs.” “My lower back is bleeding a lot, and the doctor says I need a kidney transplant. I’m so scared…” *** Chapter 5 But Serena was the one who asked to meet me. I recalled the events of the day: we sat face to face in a downtown café. A hint of darkness flashed across Serena’s sweet face, her smile like a venomous trap. “Aria, it’s been two years. Now that I’m back, it’s time you gave Julian back to me.” She scrutinized my face, trying to gauge my thoughts. “Did you get divorced?” Serena’s expression changed, immediately confirming my suspicions. “You wouldn’t come back with me back then. Why are you back now?” Serena’s face was cold. She had no intention of telling me the truth. Then Serena left first, and I hadn’t thought much of it. My face grew even paler. I forced myself to sit up, kneeling on the bed in a pleading posture, my fingers gently tugging at his arm. “Julian, believe me, I didn’t do anything.” “Serena asked to meet me. We just had coffee and then she left.” Julian remained silent, his vacant eyes fixed on me, his lips pressed into a thin line, his handsome face tense. He forcefully pried my hand away, his voice edged with fury. “Faking illness? Is that to cover up what you did to Serena, isn’t it?!” “I really didn’t…” I cried, shaking my head, tears streaming uncontrollably. “We can check the security footage. I didn’t do anything like that.” Julian took a deep breath, barely suppressing his rage. “Alright, let’s see the evidence.” He dialed David, his assistant. “David, pull up the security footage from the staircase of the downtown café today. Let’s see what really happened.” “What’s going on?” Sam Jensen, hearing the commotion, pushed open the door and entered. I briefly explained what happened. Sam sighed when he heard it. He clapped Julian’s shoulder, saying earnestly, “Julian, Aria isn’t that kind of person.” In the two years Julian had been blind, his personality had changed a lot, but I had always treated him the same. Sam had seen how much I cared for him and how much I suffered. The girl who cradled her marriage certificate, kissing it reverently again and again, wouldn’t intentionally hurt anyone. A moment later, David sent over the security video. Julian played David’s voice message. David’s voice was hesitant. “Mr. Harrington, looking at the footage, it does appear that Ms. Winters pushed Ms. Davies down.” “How is that possible?!” I rushed forward in disbelief and clicked on the video. Sam and I leaned in to watch. In the stairwell corner of the café, a woman dressed in clothes identical to mine mercilessly pushed another woman down the stairs. It really did look like I had pushed Serena. But how could that be? My head throbbed, my eyes bloodshot. I watched the video over and over, desperate to find a flaw. “Julian, this video is fake! It has to be edited! You can’t…” *“Slap— ”* Julian’s palm cracked against my cheek, the sharp sound echoing through the room. My delicate face instantly swelled, blood oozing from the corner of my mouth. He had clearly used his full force. Sam was startled. “Julian, what are you doing?!” The coldness in Julian’s eyes solidified into a glacial stare, and his entire being radiated a chilling, almost lethal hostility. He grabbed my wrist forcefully, dragging me towards him with considerable strength. He didn’t say another word, simply pulled me through the door, down the stairs, and straight towards the main entrance. Julian, accustomed to the dark, moved with practiced ease, utterly oblivious to my stumbling over every protruding step. By the time we reached the front door, my arms and calves were already bruised. Julian shoved me into the car, barking orders at the driver. “To the hospital!” *** Chapter 6 Serena lay pale in the hospital bed, blood seeping through the bandages wrapped around her lower back. The doctor spoke gravely. “The patient’s condition is very poor. Kidney damage has led to severe internal bleeding. She needs an immediate kidney transplant!” “Check if hers is a match. If it is— ” Julian mercilessly shoved me forward, his aura radiating cold fury. “Use her kidney!” Then, ignoring my frantic struggles, Julian had the bodyguards who came with him drag me into the lab. When the blood test results came back, the doctor looked at the report with delight. “It’s a match! The patient can be saved!” “Use hers. I am her husband; I will sign the consent form.” I never thought the first time Julian would publicly acknowledge our relationship would be to make me donate a kidney to another woman! “No! I won’t give my kidney to Serena Davies! I won’t give it to her of all people!” After a violent struggle and being forcibly restrained, I, already gravely ill, had no more strength left to fight. But I still gritted my teeth and spat out the words. I wouldn’t just hand over a kidney to such a fickle and malicious woman! Driven to my limit, I bit back the words and decided to tell Julian the truth. Before, I always feared hurting him, but now, there was no need to hide it any longer. “Julian, I went to find Serena abroad, but she wouldn’t come back because you were blind! She even married a foreigner right away! She never loved you that much!” Every word was a desperate shriek, I screamed it with every fiber of my being, hoping to awaken his genuine feelings. But the words that parted his lips chilled me to the bone. “So what?” “For her, I’ll do anything.” “As for you, everything you do disgusts me.” My mind rang with a deafening *“嗡”*, as if I’d been struck hard inside a giant bell. My body trembled uncontrollably, I could hear nothing, and all hope vanished. Julian’s bodyguards restrained me, forced me into a hospital gown, and locked me in a private room to await the surgery three days later. My phone was confiscated. I had no last chance to call for help. I lay in the room in a daze for two days. The night before the surgery, Serena slipped into my room. “Tomorrow is also your cornea transplant surgery for Julian, isn’t it?” Serena stood at the doorway, radiant with triumph, her challenging eyes gleaming. There was no trace of the weakness she’d shown days earlier. “How did you know?” I pushed myself up, my mind a tangled mess. “You’re not actually sick, are you? So why do you need my kidney?” Serena tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, replying nonchalantly. “Oh, I am sick. Uremia. Framing you was just a convenient way to get your kidney.” My body shook with rage, my eyes burning with an inferno of hatred. “Aren’t you curious how I knew you planned to donate your corneas to Julian?” Serena giggled, leaning closer, her fingertips brushing my cheek. “I had already done my own tissue typing abroad. Once you signed that organ donation form, your information was right there in the database. Isn’t it such a coincidence? My kidney matched yours perfectly.” I gritted my teeth, my eyes wide with fury, as if trying to see through her. The disgust and hatred in my heart roared like wildfire. “So…” My voice was hoarse when I spoke again. “So,” Serena finished my sentence. “I only came back for you. To get your kidney and prolong my life.” She laughed, tilting my chin up. “And I had an unexpected bonus: a lover who’d regain his sight! Honestly, foreign men are no match for Julian. He’s still the man who loves me most.” “You had the audacity to throw yourself down the stairs, just to frame me?” This gravely ill woman truly disregarded her own body. “Who said it was me who fell?” *** Chapter 7 Finally, everything became clear. All my suspicions were confirmed. I couldn’t hold back my fury any longer. I lunged forward and slapped Serena twice. My body trembled with rage, my fingernails digging deeply into my palms. “So, Julian and I were both just pawns in your game?” Serena pushed me back forcefully. I felt a sudden wetness in my lower body. I looked down, and my lower half was soaked in blood. The bodyguards at the door quickly separated us and rushed me away for an examination. The elderly doctor pushed up his reading glasses, frowning as he looked at me. “Young lady, why are you so careless with your body? You’re three weeks pregnant!” Joy suddenly replaced the sorrow in my chest. I hadn’t thought I could get pregnant. A powerful urge to live surged through me. I couldn’t donate my kidney to Serena. I was carrying Julian’s child. I ran out with the pregnancy report, only to see Serena nestled in Julian’s arms, her face a mask of tearful innocence, her voice dripping with feigned hurt. “Julian, don’t let Aria donate her kidney to me. She was hitting me like crazy just now. And…” She paused, then spoke again, her voice thick with tears. “Aria… she’s pregnant with your child.” Julian’s heart plummeted. His voice immediately rose, several notches louder, laced with raw fury. He pointed a furious finger at my face, his other arm protectively wrapped around Serena’s shoulder. “I was so careful. You still managed to set this up and get pregnant.” “No, it’s not true!” I rushed to explain, accidentally aggravating the wound in my lower body. The pain made tears well up in my eyes. “Serena just told me! She wasn’t pushed down the stairs; she has uremia and wants my kidney!” Julian’s expression softened slightly. Just as I thought I was saved, a mocking smirk twisted his lips. “Uremia? You’re quite the storyteller.” “It’s true! You can just check her again, you’ll see…” “Enough!” Julian cut me off sharply, his face clouded with frost. “Even if it’s true, you still owe Serena a kidney.” With no more reasons to fight, the pregnancy report slipped from my numb fingers. “Alright, I’ll donate.” “And the divorce papers? I’ll sign them too.” Julian didn’t understand what game I was playing, but he simply ordered his assistant to hand me the divorce papers. I gasped for air, closing my eyes, and flashing through the absurdity of the past two years. Being his wife had been a beautiful dream I’d stolen. Now, the dream was over, and it was time to let go. “Julian Harrington, goodbye.” I signed the papers decisively, then turned and walked back to my room, my steps heavy with exhaustion. Julian’s heart gave an unexpected, painful clench. He instinctively pressed a hand to his chest. What was this unsettling feeling? Why did he suddenly feel such sadness and unease? Julian suppressed the strange emotions, forcing himself to stop thinking. The next day, the surgeries proceeded as scheduled. Three surgeries, all taking place in the same hospital. I donated my corneas to Julian, and one of my kidneys to Serena Davies. I lay on the cold operating table, my heart bleeding from countless wounds. I couldn’t stop thinking: if I could do it all over again, I wouldn’t love Julian anymore. Loving him hurt too much, and it was too exhausting. I couldn’t take it anymore. Before the surgery, I contacted my friend, Taylor Miller, and asked her to take me away from this hospital. Even if I died, I didn’t want to see any of them again. Outside the operating room, David, the assistant, looked at the two sterile containers brought from my room. One was a kidney, the other, corneas. His heart hammered. All the fragmented suspicions suddenly clicked into place. The person who donated corneas to Mr. Harrington was indeed Ms. Winters. He stumbled to the floor, breathing raggedly, frozen in shock by the sudden, terrible realization. After the surgery, Julian slowly opened his eyes. The blurred landscape gradually sharpened, and after two years, he could see again. “David.” David, still dazed, walked over, head bowed, and reported, “Mr. Harrington, both your and Ms. Davies’s surgeries were successful.” Julian felt a wave of irritation. He unexpectedly found himself wanting to know about me. “Where’s Aria Winters?” David bit his lip, no longer able to suppress his emotions. He fell to his knees, his voice choked with desperate sobs. “Mr. Harrington, it was Ms. Winters who donated her corneas to you!” The usually composed and dignified man instantly panicked. He tore the IV from his hand, rushed down, and gripped David’s shoulders tightly. “What did you say?!” “Where is Aria Winters?!” *** Chapter 8 David, wiping away tears, spilled everything he knew. “Mr. Harrington, the corneas used in your surgery were taken from Ms. Winters’ operating room.” “Ms. Winters has already been taken away by a girl named Taylor Miller.”
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