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..."

Natasha's pov

I was surprised.

Winson clearly hates himself so much, but after Edmond left, he not only didn't leave, but also asked the Secretary to send the work documents to my ward for processing.

I'm tired and want to rest.

But because of Winson, my nerves are always tight.

It took me a long time to understand that Winson was intentional.

Philip specially asked people to prepare a table and then stood aside.

Winson is still working on documents in the ward.

I ate it all today.

Winson's pov

My eyebrows were slightly raised, and I thought coldly. It seems that it is not completely useless to go to prison.

At least she's got rid of her pickiness.

Thinking of going to prison, I immediately remembered what she had done, and I threw the document I had just picked up on the table.

Philip came up to me and said respectfully, "is there anything I can do for you?"

"Eat all the food honestly, and get your kidneys well as soon as possible. Don't bring me bad luck."

I took a look at Philip, turned around and walked out and said, "come out with me."

We went out of the ward

"Send someone to find Sara."

Now whenever I think about Natasha's life in prison, I will think of those disgusting pictures.

"Find her out for me. Isn't she very capable in prison? I want her to go back to prison and never come out again."

"Yes, sir. I'll go right away."

After Philip left, I lingered in the corridor for a while, until my mood was almost calm, and then I went back to the ward.

Natasha has finished eating.

She got out of bed, tidied up her lunch boxes and put them on the table beside her.

"Who let you do such a thing? If you hurt your kidney, can you be responsible?"

"I'm just used to it."

"What are you used to?"

"In prison, you have to collect everything you eat..."

prison?

I took her by the arm, turned her to myself, and said angrily: "why, you miss life there so much? You can't live without those dirty things, can you?"

"Winson, what's wrong with you?"

"What's the matter?" I pulled her into the bathroom, pulled down the shower head, and sprayed her violently: "wash, wash it for me immediately."

Natasha's pov

I was pressed against the corner by him and turned sideways. I was humiliated by the spray of water. I closed my eyes and didn't look at him.

Winson grabbed my collar and clenched his teeth: "I can't clean it, Natasha. You're dirty to the bone and rotten."

He raised his hand, pinched my mandible, and warned me in a chilling voice: "remember, don't mention prison again in the future, never mention it again, otherwise... Your father's fate will not be very good."

He shook me off and turned quickly to leave.

I slid down the wall and squatted down.

I didn't see Winson again in the next few days.

I heard from the nurse that Winson was very busy because Wendy needed to be taken care of.

Winson's pov

I received a call from Edward and rushed to the hospital from the company.

Edward himself made me a cup of coffee and handed it to me. He asked, "what have you been doing these days? Why haven't I seen you?"

"The company is busy with many things. Don't you have good news? Go ahead."

Edward picked up a document from my desk and handed it to me.

"You have to thank me this time. I've helped you find a kidney source that can match Wendy's. This is the information of that person."

I quickly took the file and opened it. "Where did this resource come from? Is it reliable?"

"I've read the information and there's no problem with the matching. Now you just need to find him. It's your task."

"Have you contacted anyone?"

Edward raised his eyebrows: "as soon as I got the information, I sent someone to contact me. Please wait with me. We should have the results in a moment."

Edward said, "but seriously, I'm really curious. Who are you going to give up before you find the source of your kidney?"

"You don't dare to think about it at all. After all, one of them is the woman you are grateful for, and the other is the one you love..."

"Edward,"

"I said I didn't love her."

Edward smiled and said, "are you willing to give her up?"

" if I really can't find a suitable kidney source, I will protect Wendy first."

There was a knock at the door.

Edward said to the direction of the door, "please come in."

His assistant quickly walked in, bowed to Winson, and then said to Edward, "teacher, there is something wrong with this kidney source."

"What's the matter?"

The assistant said: "in order to avoid harassment, this kidney matched Ms. ELISA was involved in a car accident and is now hospitalized."

"Is it serious? Is it still possible for her to undergo surgery due to her current physical condition?"

"In these two months, there is no way to have a transplant."

Edward's expression was momentarily solemn, he shook his head and said, "two months is too long. Wendy can't wait."

I called my secretary.

"It's me. Now help me investigate something..."

"Winson, do you think there's a problem?"

"There must be a problem."

"You don't have to worry too much. Natasha and Wendy are in good health now. In these days, I can let them go home and take good care of themselves. I will go to see if it is possible to help ELISA recover as soon as possible. Don't worry. I won't give you a choice until the last moment."

" do you think there is a good chance of finding another source of kidney?"

Edward didn't answer.

"How long will it take for Natasha's body to be completely cured?"

"Winson, the most important thing now is that Natasha's kidney has problems. Saving people with such a kidney is inherently risky, plus her own health problems..."

Edward shook his head: "so, even if Natasha is strong in this period of time, it is almost impossible to save both."

"Winson, why don't you just give up..."

"I'm afraid you'll regret making the wrong choice."

"I won't regret it. Her life has nothing to do with me. As I said, I don't care."

Why should I regret it?

Natasha's pov

I returned to Winson's villa again and recovered a lot.

Philip respectfully said: "Natasha, the second master said,... You can walk in the courtyard, take a walk and exercise."

Although I said yes, I never went out of the room except for the time to eat.

After lunch, I went back to my room as usual.

I used to be a very active person, but now, I like to lie down more often.

Not long after I lay down, I heard the squeaky sound of opening the door at the door.

The voice was so slow that I couldn't help turning my head and taking a look.

It's little boy. He looks only two or three years old, very thin, white skin, big eyes, facial features... He is very similar to Winson.

After the little boy entered the room, he walked to my bed.

"Who are you, little friend?"

The little boy doesn't talk.

After a long time, he suddenly sat on the soft carpet, took out a small magic cube from his pocket, and played with it in his hand. He didn't go.

"Where are your parents?",

Winson doesn't like children and never lets people bring children as guests.

So, who else could be the child that would appear at this time, except for the adopted son he adopted for Wendy?

The children he adopted for Wendy are all like him.

If my child is still alive... It should be so tall.

Another voice came from the door. Wendy walked in quickly and pulled the child up by the collar.

The child balanced his hands as if in shock, and finally got back on his feet.

Wendy suddenly bent over and gave the child a hard push. She scolded him in a low voice: "who let you come here? "

The child staggered back two steps and fell to the ground.

"Wendy, you..."

Wendy severely slapped the child on the face, but the child didn't cry, just hung his head and didn't make a sound.

This is Wendy's adopted son. I didn't want to meddle.

But when I saw this scene, my heart contracted inexplicably. I couldn't resist the impulse in my heart. I grabbed Wendy's wrist and pushed her away.

"Wendy, are you crazy? He's still a child. How can you abuse him?"

"Abuse?" Wendy's evil smile: "I abuse him every day, but he is an aphasic waste. he can't even cry."

As she spoke, she raised her feet and kicked the child heavily, and came up to me like a show off.

"You can tell Winson, will Winson believe you? He doesn't believe it. Otherwise, he won't feed your baby to the wolf."

"When I think about it now, the child you gave birth to was chewed by wolves, and there was no bone left. But it was much worse than this waste."

I slapped Wendy when I raised my hand.

Wendy's eyes were fierce, and she also slapped me. "How dare you hit me?"

I came forward and threw Wendy down and pinched Wendy's neck.

"Wendy, are you a person?"

After Wendy showed a vicious smile, she immediately cried out: "Natasha, don't do this. The child is innocent."

At the door, a woman came in at a quick pace.

The woman turned her head and shouted in the direction of the study, "Winson, come and have a look. Natasha beat Wendy."

This is sandera, the daughter of aunt Winson's family.

When I was locked in a mental hospital before, she didn't stop nauseating me.

How can she miss such a good opportunity now.

Winson, who heard the sound in the study, hurried along with Philip.

Seeing that I was still riding Wendy and holding her neck, Winson stepped forward and pushed me away.

Because of his strength, my body hit the table.

Wendy got up and stopped Winson immediately, crying: "Winson, don't do this. Natasha is not in good health and will hurt."

After she said that, she looked back at me with tears in her eyes. "Natasha, I know you're still angry with me. I don't blame you for doing this to me. But what has such a young child done wrong? Even if you're angry, you can't hurt the child..."

Wendy said that, squatting down beside the child and holding the child's face in his hands, "I'm sorry, villson. Does your face still hurt? It's mother's fault. It's the mother who makes your aunt angry that affects you."

Seeing this, sandera also took the opportunity to say,"Natasha, why are you so vicious? Look at the five finger prints on the child's face. You can slap such a small child. No wonder Winson let you go to prison. You deserve it."

"I didn't hit the child."

Sandera jumped to Winson and said, "Winson, don't be deceived by this woman's sweet words. I was at the door just now and saw her beat me."

As she spoke, she bent over to look at Wendy's cheek and said, "look, Wendy's face also has finger marks."

Winson looked at Wendy's face and then looked at Natasha coldly, "don't think that I will connive at your bullying when I wait for your kidney. Apologize immediately."

"I'm not wrong, Winson. It was Wendy just now..."

Winson stepped forward and pinched my neck. His voice was determined, "I want you to apologize!"

Seeing this, Wendy quickly released villson, pulled Winson forward, and said weakly, "Winson, I don't need to apologize. It's not entirely Natasha's fault. It's villson who accidentally ran into this room. He can't talk. Natasha may mistakenly think that... This child is deliberately annoying her, so she will be angry."

Sandera came up to Wendy, grabbed her and said without a word, "Wendy, why are you so spineless? You and your children have been beaten like this, and you have to help others speak. Look at this woman's unconvinced face. She doesn't accept your favor at all, okay?"

"Sandera, don't say anything. I don't need anyone to take my favor. I just want to have a clear conscience."

Winson glared, "is anger the reason why you shot an innocent child?"

"Winson, you are a blind man without a heart. You deserve to be tricked. You..."

Winson pushed me to the ground and said, "Natasha, you asked for it."

He took out his mobile phone and made a call, "it's me. I will arrange Murphy to return to the club immediately."

Hearing my father's name, my face turned pale.

"No, Winson, No."

"Get out of here and don't touch me."

"Don't touch my father. I... I apologize."

"

"I'm sorry."

Sandera walked up to Wendy and sarcastically said "yWhat's the use of apologizing?"

I raised my hand, severely slapped myself with two loud slaps, and looked at Wendy.

"In this way, can you calm down?"

Before Wendy could speak, sandera laughed sarcastically, "what's the use of beating yourself? You're not willing to exert yourself. You really want to apologize. I'll help you."

When she finished, she raised her hand quickly and slapped me.

This slap made my ears buzzing.

I stumbled a little, and it was hard to stand still. I dropped my eyes to calm my resentment. I looked at Wendy again and asked, "is that ok?"

Philip could not help turning his eyes to Winson when he heard the loud slap.

Winson's face is not good at the moment.

Wendy also seems to be frightened by sandera's action.

She was confused for a moment, and then stopped Natasha, "sandera, don't do this."

Sandera said wordlessly, "Wendy, you are really a coward. Because you are weak, she will always bully you."

Wendy didn't respond to sandera's words, only turned around and held my arm.