Wilson picked up the phone and called a doctor from the Warner Group.

“It’s me, Wilson. I have a favor to ask. Can you help me check if there’s a girl named Esther Quill in your hospital?”

“Oh, Wilson, what’s going on?” The doctor teased him. “She’s not even dead yet, and you’re so eager to get her heart?”

“Just checking compatibility to see if it’s suitable. Just send me the test data.” Wilson was willing to sacrifice his hospital’s interests to get what he wanted. “You wanted to visit our hospital’s artificial heart lab before, right? I’ll take you for a visit.”

“Wilson, you better not trick me!”

“I never lie. You have my word,” Wilson assured him.

Over the years, she had never hesitated to

anticipated that the man she once looked down upon would marry the daughter of his mentor, inherit all the mentor’s connections, and become

no better tool than Wilson

pretended to be even more fragile, Wilson would willingly become the knife and personally procure Esther’s

with a mocking

think I’m

is your innate

the mistress and the mistress’ daughter

was sleeping in her arms. The mother and son were nestled together, their breathing rhythms in

bear to wake either

mother and

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