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?"

manner. "If you think it's unfair,

now was to tear the smile on his face

can doubt my intentions, but how well is Munchkin doing in your imagination, Mrs. Grant? Can he still jump around freely like other children? He can't even walk out

infuriated me greatly. I was shaking. I did not need him to remind me of

inherently low. What Munchkin has is acute leukemia, so

think twice, Mrs.

wheelchair toward the kitchen. I sat alone

black-clad female servant followed behind him with milk

think about the proposal I just made, Mrs. Grant?" The other party was extremely arrogant. He seemed to think that he had gotten a

front of me and sneered. "Have you

stunned. I knew

raising a child isn't just about ensuring he's happy in the present. I need to think about his future