A Wound that Never Heals

Chapter 223 Can You Give My Brother Back?

There was still no response. It seemed that there was no one in the hospital.

Darlene used one hand to support the bed. When she got up, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her hand. She looked at it and found that there was a needle in the back of her hand. She was having an intravenous drip.

The intravenous drip above her head was almost empty. She recalled the moment she woke up and remembered that she was woken up by an alarm clock.

Someone adjusted the alarm clock. When the drip was about to finish, the alarm clock woke her up. The person had undoubtedly left.

She looked to the side and saw the phone on the bedside table. It was also the phone that had just rang. It was Nathen's.

Darlene felt fear. With her current physical condition, she could not get out of bed. After Nathen set the alarm clock and put the mobile phone there, he left.

When Darlene came over at noon, she could still see one or two doctors and nurses in the hospital. Now she tried to call someone over, but no one responded to her.

She could not imagine what happened during the half day she was unconscious.

Before she fainted, it was not even noon. But now it was already late at night.

Darlene tried her best to hold her up with the hand that did not have a drip. She wanted to sit down. She could not lie there doing nothing. Something must have happened outside.

She tried her best to get up, and her forehead was drenched in a cold sweat. A strange woman's voice with a bit of gloominess came in from outside. "Darlene, is Nathen's heart good?"

Darlene's heart suddenly skipped a beat. She loosened her grip and fell back onto the bed.

in from outside,

not a single part of her skin

a dead and silent night, Vivian walked in like

of Darlene now could not remind her of

hardly speak. The scars on her forehead were clearly visible, and the scars on her hands

she was now in such a completely strange environment, and there was

staring at Darlene.

such a healthy heart in your chest. Are you used to it

her body, and her whole body was

finished speaking, she realized that she said something wrong. She

face. "Who I am is not important. What is important

pretending to

listen to Vivian's words again. "Not

was still fine. He must have something to do now. Who are you?

and said, "Look carefully. Nathen's signature. One is

carried his body away. He could not find a legal institution to do this operation, so he asked the people in the

Vivian was a little surprised. "Darlene, it has been so many years. Don't tell me you can't even

which was holding the quilt tightly, began to tremble. Her face turned pale. "I don't believe it. Dr. Elicott is a normal living person. He can't do this, and no one dares to

heat just happens to match mine and can donate

a man who is crazy about you, and the

impossible? Darlene, listen to your own heartbeat now. When Nathen was still alive, you definitely didn't know

of her emotions. The bone-piercing chill

could not move. Her teeth trembled, and her scalp went numb to the