The primary artificial heart had a severe rejection reaction, and the slightest discomfort would make my life worse than death.
Besides, the one who was allergic to alcohol was me, not Lillianna.
Seeing the hesitation in Zackary's eyes, I smiled.
"I can drink. You write off that three hundred thousand dollars, OK?"
He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
"Deal!"
His affirmative answer inspired me to tilt my head back and pour wine into my mouth.
Since I wouldn't live much longer anyway, I could ignore the doctor's advice.
The strong alcohol stimulated my brain, and the burning wine flew across the scars in my heart.
The pain was all I could feel.
Acid churned in my stomach, and I subconsciously bent over to dry heaven, almost coughing out my entire heart.
Only after drinking one bottle, Zackary violently knocked over the wine, his face grim.
"Enough!"
His voice brought the laughter of those present to an abrupt end.
Zackary clamped down on my shoulders in a deadly grip, like he wanted to crush my bones.
"Kiersten, you could do whatever for money, do you?"
I numbly broke away from him, only to see the wine bottle broken, and the wine all over the floor reflecting my pale face.
Just as I was about to kneel and hold the wine in my hand and drink it, Lillianna suddenly pulled me up, her face full of concern.
"Don't do that. You are not that low.
"Zackary, don't make it difficult for her. We shouldn't make things that difficult for her. How about taking off your clothes?"
She laughed and looked at me with contempt in her eyes.
"One piece for one hundred thousand dollars, how about it?"
I was silent for a moment, shaking off her hand.
Against Zackary's unbelievable eyes, I took my uniform off and then unbuttoned the shirt.
When I was about to unbutton the last one, Zackary furiously overturned the sofa.
The heart could no longer withstand the stimulation. Severe pain attacked, and I sprayed out a mouthful of blood.
I seemed to be unaware of it, mechanically trembling hands to remove the last shirt to cover shame.
Zackary's eyes were scarlet, and a low, hoarse roar came from his throat.
"Stop it!"
I managed to pull out a smile and finally fell to the ground powerlessly.
The broken glass stabbed into my knee, blood coming out.
Zackary panicked and tried to hold me, but he was pushed aside harshly by Joyce who rushed over.
She hugged me and draped her clothes over me.
In the panic, the ugly scar on my chest was revealed.
Zackary's face tightened, and he knelt in front of me in shock.
Joyce protected me in her arms, hatefully glaring at him and yelling.
"You ungrateful thing! Kiersten has already given you her heart. You still want to humiliate her like this. Do you really want to see her die? Are you satisfied?"
