The Woman From Hell

"Like I told you earlier, if you transfer Munchkin's guardianship and custody rights to me, then similarly, I'll donate my bone marrow to Munchkin, save his life, and guarantee a far more superior living

environment for him in the future. It's fair and square."

He put down his glass. "But now you want to know my identity and future plans. That doesn't justify it."

"I can tell that you're a man of renowned status. I don't understand why you would speak of fairness with quantity?"

That was simply absurd.

I began to question loudly, "You turned up for no reason and offered so many things in such a short period of time. Clearly, you've been watching us for a long time, but we don't know about your existence. Do you think that's fair to us?"

I simply could not understand why he had never looked for Munchkin if he was his relative. Why must he use Munchkin's life as a threat at this crucial moment to take him back? Could a man like that even protect Munchkin in the future?

"Right now, you're using Munchkin's life to force me to hand over his future. That's your so-called fairness?"

an unhurried manner. "If you think it's unfair, Mrs. Grant, think about your child on the sick

with great patience, all I wanted to do now was to tear the smile on his

Mrs. Grant? Can he still jump around freely like other children?

I did not need him to remind me of these things as I knew them better

you that the probability of curing leukemia is inherently low. What Munchkin has is acute leukemia, so the child's life

think twice, Mrs.

kitchen. I sat alone in the living room to

he returned, a black-clad female servant followed behind

Grant?" The other party was extremely arrogant. He seemed to think that he had gotten a hold on

of me and sneered. "Have you perhaps forgotten about what

stunned. I knew

the present. I need to think about his future as well. This is my obligation as