Chapter 83

Leonard skillfully untied his tie, turned on the music, adjusted the seat, and climbed onto Margaret, his body gradually pressing down.

"Leonard, what... what are you doing!"

Under the influence of alcohol, Margaret didn't realize his intentions at that moment.

Leonard placed his finger on her lips, then slowly and deliberately kissed her.

Their tongues intertwined, wet and entangled.

Margaret moaned as Leonard's grip tightened, making her body increasingly weak and sensitive to every touch.

Leonard's hand roamed over her leg, gradually moving to her clit, hooking the edge of her pants and pulling them down.

Margaret's eyes widened in fear, a moment of clarity hitting her.

"Leonard! Here..."

She only managed to say a few words before Leonard's lips fiercely covered hers again. Her clit was wet and hot, his fingers circling the sensitive spot, sending waves of tingling sensations throughout her body.

Margaret's legs twisted in pleasure.

"You're drunk."

Leonard momentarily suppressed his desire, speaking in a deep voice, his large dick pressing against Margaret's stomach.

By this time, Margaret had lost control of her body, her desire overwhelming her shame. She tore open her shirt, one hand kneading her breast, the other grasping Leonard's dick.

The dick throbbed, hot in her hand, as if it would melt her.

She felt the veins bulging on the dick and the tip becoming slightly wet. "Give it to me..."

Hearing this, Leonard loosened his grip on her neck, his tense body gradually relaxing. His jealousy subsided a bit, but he found new interest.

"What did you say? Ms. Thorne."

Leonard displayed a smug expression. "I didn't hear you clearly."

Margaret stared at him playing with her, momentarily stunned.

She felt her body becoming weak, followed by a strong sense of emptiness, her vaginal discharge wetting the leather seat.

Leonard continued to push his advantage. "Why aren't you talking?"

At this moment, Margaret suddenly let go of his dick, her rationality briefly taking over.

"Then forget it."

She turned her face away, no longer looking at Leonard in front of her.

Seeing this, Leonard became dissatisfied again. He stopped pretending and, like a madman, lifted Margaret's legs, holding her hips, and thrust deeply.

Leonard panted heavily, and Margaret climaxed the moment Leonard's dick entered her, her body trembling.

Her hands gripped Leonard's muscular back, her feet uncontrollably tense.

The car sex lasted an unknown amount of time until Margaret was completely exhausted, and Leonard took her home.

She didn't remember anything that happened afterward.

Margaret didn't expect to see Howard outside the neighborhood. She thought she had made herself clear at Whispering Pines Retreat.

She was about to leave with a cold face when she heard Howard say, "I'm here to take you to the hospital. Your aunt had a kidney donation surgery and is now feeling weak."

Margaret stopped in her tracks upon hearing this. She remembered that Howard had mentioned Layla's kidney donation surgery before, but she had forgotten about it after returning from Whispering Pines Retreat and hadn't visited the hospital.

In the hospital, John and Stella sat by the bedside, both looking worried. Layla, who had been sleeping, gradually opened her eyes.

As she regained consciousness, she realized she was in the hospital. Turning her head, she saw her husband and daughter sitting beside her. She opened her mouth slightly, making a faint sound, and the two immediately looked at her.

"Awake?"

Layla knew that secretly undergoing the donation surgery would upset them, so she spoke cautiously, "Awake. Have you been here long?"

John sighed helplessly. "What you did was too much. Why didn't you tell me before you went?"

Layla frowned instinctively at his words. "Why do I need your permission to do this?"

The kidney donation was her decision. What did it have to do with anyone else?

Did she not even have the right to decide who to give her kidney to?

John was even more annoyed by her response. "I'm not saying you don't have the right. I'm saying why didn't you discuss it with me? Do you know how risky this surgery is?"

"Of course I know, but wasn't Hazel's situation critical? If I could save him, why wouldn't I?"

John couldn't believe she would say such a thing. He had never known her to be so willing to help others.

And was this a small matter?

"Mom, you really worried us. You know you're missing a kidney now, right? This isn't a small matter. You should have discussed it with Dad and me."

When Stella's kidney didn't match Hazel's, she was upset. But then, just a day later, she heard her mother had undergone the donation surgery.

"Now that the surgery is done and the kidney is donated, what's the point of saying all this?"

Layla felt she had done nothing wrong and didn't understand why her husband and daughter were so opposed.

"The doctor said your body is very weak now and that losing a kidney could lead to complications. Did you know that?"

John pinched his brow, not knowing how to talk to Layla. He wasn't angry about her donating a kidney to Hazel or helping someone.

He was angry that she hadn't told him about it from the beginning.

They were husband and wife, a family. Didn't he have the right to know what she was doing?

"Now that I'm just waking up, you're already blaming me. Who should be the one feeling bad? If you really think I'm weak, don't talk to me about this. I don't like hearing it."

John was infuriated by her words. He was only concerned for her, but his questions were met with complaints and a cold attitude.

Stella sat beside them, her eyes full of worry. "Mom, you're not young anymore. Why did you have to undergo this surgery? You're not the only one with a kidney. There are other matches. Why did you have to do it yourself?"

Layla thought her daughter would understand her actions, especially since she had also gone for a match. But she didn't expect even her to criticize her.