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."