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.

as before. When she came in from

her exposed neck, eyes, and hands, not a single part

such a dead and silent night, Vivian walked in like a ghost. Darlene looked over

front of Darlene now could not remind her of Vivian. She did not even look like a

scars on

in such a

another step forward and stood by the bed, staring at Darlene. "Darlene, I'm asking you, is Nathen's

healthy heart in your

quilt on her body, and her whole body was tense.

speaking, she realized that she said something wrong. She was scared silly and immediately

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

pretending to be innocent after getting a bargain. Can

listen to Vivian's words again. "Not long

something to do now. Who are you? What do

and said, "Look carefully. Nathen's signature. One is a will, and the other is a deal with the underground

find a legal institution to do this operation, so he asked the people in the underground market to do this. The condition is that the

so many years. Don't tell me you can't even recognize Nathen's handwriting. I really don't know what he

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 do such an

happens to match mine and can donate it to me when he

about you, and the other is a person who only

own heartbeat now. When Nathen was still alive, you

The bone-piercing chill quickly spread

that she could not move. Her teeth trembled, and her scalp went numb