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?"

party took a sip of the juice in an unhurried manner. "If you think it's unfair, Mrs. Grant, think about your child on

now was

Munchkin doing in your imagination, Mrs. Grant? Can he still jump around freely like other children? He can't even walk out of the

need him to remind

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

think twice, Mrs.

the kitchen. I sat alone in the living room to rethink what

behind him with milk and dessert in her

just made, Mrs. Grant?" The other party was extremely

of me and sneered. "Have you perhaps

party was stunned. I knew he

need to think about his future as well. This is my obligation as a mother. As for