Winson's POV

Philip said, "I'm afraid something will happen if we keep locking her like this."

"She deserves it."

A servant came in quickly and whispered something in Philip's ear.

Philip said to Winson, "Wendy just went to the basement." "Why did she go to the basement?"

After thinking for a while, I turned around and walked out.

Philip followed.

As soon as we arrived at the basement door, I saw Wendy coming out of the basement.

Seeing me from a distance, Wendy hurriedly put the things in her hands behind her back.

"How did you get out of there?"

"I just... Go downstairs to see if my cousin is fine."

"What's in your hand?"

"What... Nothing."

Philip immediately walked up to her and said, "Wendy, you'd better hand it over yourself."

Biting her lips, Wendy lowered her head and slowly handed the bag to Philip.

Philip opened it and saw some desserts in it.

I said coldly, "who let you go down?"

Wendy lowered her head with tears all over her face. "I'm afraid that she's hungry, so..."

"Did she eat?"

"She thinks what happened today is all because of me, so she doesn't want to eat the food I give her."

She came forward and sobbed, "Winson, it's all my fault today. It has nothing to do with me. I think she looks very weak. Please let her out, okay?"

"send Wendy back to have a rest."

Philip led the crying Wendy back.

Natasha's POV

The basement door was opened again. I thought it was Wendy.

Winson stepped forward and kicked me.

Winson bent over, grabbed my collar and pulled me up.

I tried my best to squint and looked at him powerlessly.

Unfortunately, before I could see the face clearly, I closed my eyes slowly and lost consciousness.

Winson's POV

Looking at the rag doll like Natasha, my heart suddenly tightened.

"Natasha?"

She didn't respond, and her body was very hot.

I picked up Natasha horizontally and ran out quickly

Philip happened to send Wendy back. Seeing that I was holding the lifeless Natasha, he rushed forward.

I said, "call Edward over."

"Yes, yes."

I took Natasha back to the room and put her on the bed.

Soon, Edward arrived with his medical bag on his back.

As soon as he entered the room, he looked at me and asked, "what's going on? Philip called me..."

I pulled him to the bedside, pointed at Natasha and said, "check her up. She just fainted and seemed to have a fever."

Edward's eyes widened.

"Are you really going to get her kidney out to change Wendy's kidney?"

"Shut up, doctor."

Edward sat beside the bed and examined Natasha.

After a long time, he took off the stethoscope and looked at me.

"She is almost forty degree Celsius. Why did you ask me to come here now?"

I tried my best to suppress my emotions. "Is the situation very serious?"

"She is suffering from malnutrition, and she has lost too much blood because of cutting her wrist. Half of her life is lost because of her weakness. Is it serious?"

I cast a sidelong glance at him and said, "malnourishment? She just hasn't eaten anything for only one day. "

"One day? She doesn't look like she hasn't eaten anything for a day. She suffers from malnutrition for a long time."

"Anyway, when she gets better, you'd better take her to the hospital for a check-up. Her current condition. In order to save one, you have to kill the other. It's too cruel."

After Edward left, I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the girl on the bed who was having an infusion. I thought of the scars on her body.

All of a sudden, Natasha reached out her hand and grasped her collar tightly. Shaking her head, she murmured, "no, don't touch me. Get out of my way.... help me..."

Hearing this, I frowned and loosened my grip on her clothes.

Tears suddenly welled up in Natasha's eyes and slid down the corners of her eyes.

"Why? Why did you do this to me? Why did you force my mother to death?"

"I... I feel so painful... I hate you so much."

My hand, which was about to touch her cheek, suddenly stopped.

Natasha's pov

I feel so uncomfortable. Sometimes it's like an ice cave, and sometimes it's like being roasted on fire.

In a trance, I went back to the day when I knew the villa fire and rushed to save Winson. But when I arrived, I was kidnapped, locked in a hotel and almost raped

But when I left the hotel, i saw Winson who came to catch adultery.

I will never forget that day, Winson pulled my hair and said, "you are so cheap. You are too dirty..."

Love was bitter and painful.

I was held gently, and that person gently stroked my back.

A familiar smell filled my nose, which was unique to Winson.

Was it a dream?

Yes, it could only be a dream.

After all, he wants my life.

Winson's POV

Philip put a document on the table.

"I found it out from the prison."

I took the document and opened it quickly.

Philip folded his hands in front of him and lowered his head, not daring to say a word.

"Where did you get this?"

"I asked someone to look into it in prison."

"Nothing wrong?"

Philip said in a low voice, "I have asked someone to look for the person who just got out of prison not long ago according to the statement provided by the prison, and that person has admitted it personally."

I can't hold back my anger anymore, so I walked out.

Philip was afraid that something bad would happen, so he stepped forward and tried to comfort me, "please don't be angry."

I turned around, picked up the document and clicked in front of Philip, looking at him angrily.

"How can I calm down when I see such a thing? That bitch, in order to live a comfortable life in prison, even women..."

Philip narrowed his eyes and folded his hands in front of him. He didn't dare to say anything more.

Under the protection of that female prisoner, Natasha almost didn't need to do any work.

Therefore, every time the two of them messed around, she would leave scars on her body

I pushed Philip away. "Get everyone out of here."

No wonder there were so many scars on her body. In the past two years, she had been with that woman

At this moment, there is only one voice in my mind.

I wanted to kill this dirty woman.

I banged the door open, walked to the bedside, pulled up Natasha who was still asleep, and roared, "you bitch, get up."

After a long time, she opened her eyes in a trance and looked at me in front of her.

"Tell me, why are you so depraved?"

She said in a hoarse voice, "what are you talking about?"

"What did you say? No wonder you committed suicide when you were in prison, and then you were obedient. No wonder you dared to play so much with that Condra. It turns out that you are not afraid. You have already had a good time."

"what the hell do you want to do?"

"What are you doing? Let me ask you, how do women feel? They are better than me, right?"

I pinched her chin hard, and my eyes were full of ferocity.

"Why didn't I see that you could be so troublesome before?"

She sighed helplessly, "what the hell are you talking about? Can you say something that I can understand?"

I was so angry that I gritted my teeth and asked, "who is Sara?"

When she heard the name, her dizzy eyes suddenly tightened and looked at me in disbelief.

Natasha's pov

Sara is a nightmare for me.

Because... i had been tortured by this woman and her subordinates for three years.

But how did he know the woman's name?

No, he should know.

It was he who asked that woman to torture me.

"How dare you say that I'm talking nonsense? You've been mistreated by her for so long, aren't you?"

I smiled bitterly,? "Answer me."

I stared at him stubbornly and said in a hoarse voice, "you should also be mistreated like that, so you will understand whether you are happy or not."

He grabbed my neck, pressed me on the bed, and scolded in a deep and ruthless tone, "well, it seems that you still have a lot of memories. Since you like to be abused so much, why didn't you tell me earlier? Do you think that I can't help you?

I was almost suffocated.

My existence is a torture to her.

I still can't calm down.

He almost lost his temper and scolded, "I... why are you so slutty? You used to be superior to others and now you couldn't even live as a prostitute. Don't you feel sick? How can a woman like you still have the face to live?"

I didn't want to open my eyes, but my tears stubbornly squeezed out of the closed eyes and fell down along my temples.

"Since you like to be treated like this, I'll fulfill your wish."

Natasha's pov

He tore up my clothes again, rubbed my tears with his big hands, and bit my nipples. I groaned in pain, and he pulled down my skirt and tore my underwear in half,

He separated my legs, pressed me on the ground with one hand, and went deep into my vagina with the other hand. He put forth all his strength, as if he was hollowing out my lower abdomen, and my body was twisting hard.

He pulled down the belt of his trousers, revealing his huge penis, and inserted it directly into my core,

I felt a dull pain in my lower abdomen, but he exerted more strength, and squeezed my breasts harder with his hands. He stirred them wantonly. The more I tried to run away, the harder he hit my soul. He rubbed my breasts with his hands,

It seemed that he was going to crush it.

Finally, he stopped, he climaxed.

He slammed the door and left quickly, as if he was avoiding a fiend.

I pulled the quilt over my body and curled up in humiliation.

My head was getting heavier and heavier, as if my whole head was about to be torn apart. It was so hot and painful.

My consciousness gradually blurred and I fainted.

After a long time, I tried hard to open my eyes again.

The room was bright, but my vision was still blurred.

A figure sat on the edge of the bed.

"Who are you?"

I closed my eyes and opened them again. Finally, I saw the person in front of me clearly.

He is my good friend, Edward, senior of medical school.

" How are you feeling? Tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

" Why are you here?" My voice was hoarse when I spoke.

"That brat was afraid that you would die, so he asked me to treat you."

"You misunderstood. He was afraid that there was something wrong with my kidney."

"Something is wrong. When I checked you up, I found that your body..."

I smiled. "Is it bad? Is it suitable for donating kidney?"

" Only in this way can I leave him completely."

"Are you a fool? Is it worth losing your life because of this?"

"Yes."

The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Seeing that I was smiling at black Edward on the bed, a hint of anger flashed through his eyes.

Edward stood up and said, "you came just in time. The infusion is ready."

"Wait a minute. Let's go together," he said as he began to pack up his medical kit.

"Brother, can I have a few words with you alone?"

Winson, who was walking to the door, stopped when he heard this. He turned around and looked at me coldly.

"This is my home."

Seeing this, Edward said in a hurry, "well, Winson, you can go first. I'll be right there."

Winson glared at me.

He tried his best to suppress his anger and turned away.

Winson's POV

I lit a cigarette.

The woman once said, "you look so ugly when you smoke."

Edward came in. "

I glanced at him and said in an unfriendly tone, "you are really intimate with that woman."

"I have nothing to do with the woman you love."

I snorted, "cut the crap. I don't love her. Tell me, what did she say?"

Sitting opposite to his desk, Edward said with a snicker, "Okay, you don't love her. But you are going to cut her kidney. It's none of your business."

"Edward."

"I advise you not to ask about it. I'm afraid you'll feel bad."

"Say it." there was coldness in my voice.

"She gave me a person's phone number. She said if she died on the operating table, she asked me to contact this person and help her bury her body."

His words made me frown.

"Who is that man?"

"Elisson, the topperfumer,"

I looked at him and asked, "what else did she say?"

"She said that she wouldn't let her father and brother know that she was dead. She said that she would leave everything her grandmother left to Elisson. She asked Elisson to help her father and brother settle down. She also said..."

I raised my eyes and said in a sharp voice, "go on."

"She also said..."

"She wants Elisson to burn the divorce agreement you signed to her."

My fist on my leg suddenly loosened, and my eyes were full of anger.

Even if she died, she would have to completely break away from me, wouldn't she?

But she wouldn't succeed.

Kidney transplant was just a small operation. She wouldn't die.

Seeing that I didn't look well, Edward cleared his throat and said, "look, I told you I wouldn't tell you. Why do you still want to listen to me?"

"You can go back now."

"Don't you need me to drink with you?"

I looked up at him.

Edward stood up at once and said, "Okay, I'll go. Call me if you need anything."

"You said before that kidney transplant is not a big operation."

"For normal people, this is indeed not a fatal operation, but Natasha's current physical condition is not a normal person."

I was inexplicably upset. "You mean if she has to have an operation, she will really die?"

Edward nodded and said, "her current physical condition is indeed not suitable for surgery, so there is a very realistic problem that you have to face now. If you can't find the most suitable kidney source in a short time, then you have to give up on Natasha and Wendy."

I closed my eyes and felt restless. How could it be

That woman couldn't die. Why should she die?

No way.

The sound of porcelain pieces falling to the ground came from the door.

Edward opened the door and saw Wendy looking at him in the study with tears all over her face.

Under her feet, after the white porcelain bowl was broken, the coffee splashed all over the ground.

With a cold expression on my face, I asked, "Why are you here?"

Wendy didn't respond. She just turned to look at Edward and asked anxiously, "if Natasha gives me her kidney, she will die. If I don't have my kidney, I will die, right?"

Edward was afraid that women would cry, but he couldn't answer this question.

Before I could say anything, Wendy turned around and ran out.

Edward looked at me and asked, "what's wrong with her?"

I walked quickly to the door and said, "you can go back first."

Natasha's POV

As soon as Wendy entered the room, she pulled the quilt off me and pulled me up.

"Get up."

I looked at Wendy with disgust.

At this moment, Winson also came in. "What do you want?"

Wendy stepped forward, grabbed my wrist again and cried, "I beg you to leave here. I hate to live under the same roof with you. You go, leave here and never come back."

I looked at the crazy Wendy in confusion,

Without looking at me, Winson grabbed Wendy's wrist and pulled her away from the bed.

"Wendy, you go back first. It's none of your business."

Wend tried to protect me behind her.

"I'm sorry. I really didn't know before. You and I can only live one. I don't want your kidney. Can you go?"

"So, you really don't want Natasha's kidney?"

Wendy knew that I couldn't see her face at the moment.

"Yes, I don't want it. It's wrong of me to do so."

After saying that, Wendy ran quickly to the small round table and picked up the fruit knife in the fruit plate.

Seeing this, Winson scolded, "Wendy, what do you want to do?"

"Don't worry. I won't hurt you even if I die. I promise."

After saying that, she quickly cut her wrist with a fruit knife.

Blood gushed out instantly, and her face was still covered with tears and a gentle smile.

This woman was the real madman.

After saying that, Wendy staggered backward and almost fell down.

Wendy looked at me in despair and said, "I'm sorry. I can't be with you in the future. Promise me, you must be fine."

"Stop it. I'll take you to the hospital."

As soon as he finished his words, he held Wendy in his arms, turned around and walked out quickly.

Wendy turned to look at me.

She raised her right eyebrows slightly, and a smile of victory appeared at the corners of her mouth.

I can't help laughing sarcastically. No wonder Winson was fooled by this woman.

This woman was really good at acting.

Winson's POV

Edward didn't go far before he was called to the hospital again.

After he examined Wendy, who was in a coma, I asked, "how is she?"

"

Edward took off the stethoscope and said calmly, "she has lost too much blood and needs blood transfusion, but there is not enough rare plasma in the warehouse. She has been registered as a patient with the same blood type as her. For various reasons, we can't collect blood now."

"Is there no other way? Isn't there several blood types?"

Edward said in a low voice. After a long while, he said, "you know, she is too weak. I'm afraid..."

"What if the blood transfusion is done tomorrow?"

"Wendy has a sudden kidney disease. She will be sent to the crematory tomorrow."

.

I remember that Wendy risked her life to rush into the fire to save me, but in the end, she caused a big burn all over her body and almost died.

"If it's just blood drawing, will Natasha die?"

"No, it won't. But it will make her body weaker. The survival rate of her after the kidney transplant operation is almost zero."

Winson's pov

I know the seriousness of the problem.

Edward saw my dilemma and thought about Natasha's state. He couldn't help but say, "what is Wendy doing? Does she really want to live? If she doesn't want to live, why should I bother to save her..."

I raised my eyes and interrupted Edward, "I asked Philip to bring Natasha."

Edward was surprised, "Emily saved me and Wendy also saved me. She was also insulted because of me. Do you want me not to save her?"

Edward questioned, "what about Natasha? Do you really want her to die?"

"No," I said without thinking

Edward said gravely, "she won't this time. As I said just now, the survival rate of surgery in this state is almost zero."

I said coldly, "I will let them find the right kidney source as soon as possible. Even if Natasha dies, she must die in my hands."

Edward's eyebrows are slightly raised. This is not Natasha's kidney.

But... Let Natasha die at his hands?

"I think it's not so easy to choose the right kidney source. You have to be successful in blood type and matching. It's really too difficult for patients with rare blood types."

Edward was afraid of irritating me. Then he patted me on the shoulder and said, "it's not that there's no hope at all. I just want you to make some psychological preparations. In short, let's get through the current difficulties first. Come on, follow me to the doctor's office to do some routine business."

On the hospital bed, Wendy, who has been keeping her eyes closed, slowly opened her weak eyes.

Wendy's pov

Winson wants to let Natasha go?

impossible.

Natasha's kidney, I'll fix it.

After Natasha's operation, she must die.

Natasha's pov

I was just about to have a rest after the infusion when Philip came.

As always, he respectfully said, "Natasha, second master invites you to the hospital."

Natasha said in a deep voice, "what are you doing in the hospital?"

Philip kept his just posture, "Wendy needs a blood transfusion, but she can't find a suitable blood donor at this moment, so..."

It was my blood.

"What if I don't go?"

Philip is embarrassed.

I got out of bed and went to the hospital with Philip with a proud face.

Winson's pov

Natasha was arranged to be hospitalized and stayed in the hospital for rest after blood was drawn.

After I finished dealing with Wendy, I came to Natasha's ward

Natasha was half lying there, and her unrivalled and indifferent eyes swept over me, then she looked away and looked out of the window.

Seeing Natasha's estrangement from the bottom of her eyes, and thinking that she asked Edward to help her contact arrange the afterlife, my anger, which has not yet subsided, burns again.

I quickly stepped forward, pulled Natasha's collar and pulled her up.

Natasha's face was pale and there was almost no blood on her lips.

My eyebrows tightened, but I immediately thought that Wendy cut her wrist for her.

"It's said that you've even made arrangements for the future. Why, you can't wait to die?"

Seeing that she didn't talk, I was a little angry, "why don't you talk? Natasha, do you think I will let you succeed? I tell you, you can't die."

" If I don't die, do you want the woman you really love to die?"

I bent over angrily and squeezed her chin.

"Natasha, you wicked woman?"

"Winson, make no mistake. Wendy is the one you love. You can love, protect and trade my life for her. But why do you want me to feel the same way with you? I hate her. I just want her to die."

I squeezed Natasha's shoulder.

"Natasha, you have no right to curse her because you owe her too much."

Natasha reached out and grabbed my collar. She almost collapsed and asked me, "Winson, what do I owe Wendy? Skin, blood, even kidney. I'll give it to her."

"If you don't incite your brother to hurt her, stimulate her, and make her sick, who will want your kidney?"

Natasha was puzzled, "my brother?"

Seeing her puzzled expression, I laughed sarcastically, "what's wrong? You want to repudiate? He admitted it himself, but you still want to deny it?"

"What did he admit?"

"Oh, Natasha, your acting skills are really getting better. Since you can't remember, I'll send someone to find him to help you remember."

I took out my mobile phone and called Philip.

"Take Edmond to Natasha's ward in half an hour."

Natasha's pov

Wison carried the collar of the back neck of a man over 180 in height.

I looked at the man in a suit and shoes, who was similar to his father's handsome face, but had a Wimpy face.

Winson roughly pushes the man to Natasha.

"Edmond, your good sister, forgot what you were asked to do before. Come on, remind her personally."

Edmond stumbled forward two steps, looked at Natasha in the hospital bed and said urgently, "Natasha, have you forgotten that when I secretly established a relationship and visited you in prison, you asked me to help you find someone to clean up Wendy. I... I hurt Wendy after listening to you and made her sick."

I looked at Edmond in surprise, with disbelief on my face. "You're talking nonsense, Edmond. Why do you lie?"

"I didn't lie. You said that Wendy killed your child, and you should let Wendy die."

Brother, are you crazy? When did I see you in prison? "

"You can go to the prison to check the visiting records. I haven't seen him. I really haven't."

Edmond said, "Natasha, don't hurt me, will you? How can I leave any records since I secretly went them? I know you're smart, but you can't leave me alone at this time. I'm doing all this for you. You're not going to turn a blind eye to me. Let me go to prison."

I looked at my brother in agony. How could he

Winson couldn't help sneering.

"It's really a good play, Natasha. Since you think Edmond framed you, as a husband, do you want me to help you make justice? Just send him to prison..."

"Natasha.."

Upon hearing Winson's words, Edmond grabbed my hand with fear and held it tighter and tighter.

Edmond pleaded, "Natasha, your family has always loved you the most. If you personally sent me to prison, would mom forgive you?"

Winson took out his mobile phone and said, "what's up? Can I call the police for you now?"

I moved my eyes from Edmond's face to Winson's body, and my voice was trembling, "no need."

"I'm reminded that this... Has nothing to do with Edmond, it's my fault."

Edmond turned back, looked at Winson, and said urgently, "look, brother-in-law..."

Winson's eyes widened, "don't call me brother-in-law in the future. You don't deserve it."

"Well, look, this matter really has nothing to do with me. My sister should be responsible for it. Let me go."

Winson looked at this worthless man with contempt.

"Go away."

"I'll go, I'll go." Edmond leaned over and ran quickly out of the ward.

He ran so fast that he didn't even look back.

When the door of the ward closes, Winson looks askance at me and scoffs.

"Are you tough now?"

"As soon as I recognize it, I will definitely return it. I will return my life to her and all of you."

"Your life? It's not worth money. You can't rely on death to get rid of it. It's just a dream. I want you to live to atone for your sins. I want you to live worse than death every day."

"Can I live and let your Wendy die?"

"With me protecting her, she certainly won't die. I'll let her see with her own eyes how I avenge you for her. You deserve it."

Edmend's pov

After I trotted out of the hospital, I immediately took out my mobile phone, found a number and dialed it.

When the mobile phone was connected, a familiar voice came from the other end, "didn't I tell you not to call me on your own initiative?"

EDMed said nervously, "Winson just asked me to confront Natasha."

"What? Did you confess?"

"Of course not. I've done everything to Natasha as you said. Wendy, don't forget what you promised me."

Wendy, at the other end of the phone, raised her lips and said, "cousin, don't worry. I'm not Natasha's kind of unscrupulous person who only recognizes men and doesn't want relatives. As long as I'm the president's wife of night emperor group, let along money. Even if I make you the president, what's the difficulty?"

Hearing Wendy's promise, I felt happy.

Thinking about the source of the kidney, Wendy immediately said, "by the way, cousin, you need to help me do another thing..."