Chapter 303
The man snorted.
“There are ten million patients waiting for heart transplants in this country, but fewer than 500 successful transplants are performed each year. The probability is less than 0.00005%. The rest either survive on heavy medication and treatment, or die while waiting. Miss Zeller, which option do you think you will get?”
Cynthia was rendered speechless.
“But I’m certain that no matter which one it is, it will end badly for you. You say you want to drag Rosalie to hell with you, but do you have the ability?” the man pressed.
His words were cruel, but it was the harsh reality. Cynthia had to admit he was right.
She retorted hoarsely, “Theo will help me. He definitely will…”
“So what if he helps you?” the man interrupted. “In this world, no matter how wealthy or powerful someone is, he must face death. When you’re terminally ill, money just makes dying a bit more comfortable. No one can stop death. Money can only delay it a bit. You’ll only get to live a few more years at best, Miss Zeller. It’s truly a pity.”
“I won’t dié so soon!” Cynthia retorted angrily. “Don’t try to scare me!”
“I’m scaring you? Let me tell you another thing. Theodore Spencer is so wealthy, it wouldn’t be difficult for him to find a way to buy a heart. He might only need to make a few calls, but why hasn’t he done it? It seems he doesn’t care about you as much as you think.”
Cynthia’s eyes widened. “Don’t try to create a rift between us! Theo
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will be visiting me in a while. If he sees you, he won’t let you off!”
“In that case, you wouldn’t survive,” the man said indifferently. “You’d better pray he doesn’t show up all of a sudden.”
Frowning, Cynthia demanded, “Are you threatening me? Who the hell are you?”
“I’m not threatening you,” the man replied coldly. “I think your misunderstood. I mean, if Theodore comes, I have to leave, then I can’t help you. You’ll surely die then.”
“How…how can you help me?” Cynthia looked at him suspiciously. This man felt really dangerous.
The man approached her, and said softly, “I can help you find a -suitable heart. A strong one, that’s a match for you.”
Cynthia was stunned. “What did you say?”
She couldn’t believe it.
“You show up out of nowhere, and say you’ll find me a healthy heart. I won’t believe your nonsense!”
She wasn’t a three–year–old toddler! As if she would believe just any stranger’s words! If she were that naive, she wouldn’t have survived until now.
“You can choose not to believe me, but you can’t deny that when two people have mutual interests, they can help each other. I don’t want you to die because you’re useful.”
Cynthia narrowed her eyes, trying to see if he was lying through his gaze, but it was unfathomable. His eyes were deep and dark, and they were intimidating.
“Why do you think I’m useful? Are you Theo’s enemy?” she asked.
The man patted her hand.
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Cynthia looked down; he was wearing black gloves. She didn’t pull her hand back.
“Miss Zeller, what do you think is more important–Theodore Spencer, or your life? If you think he’s more important, I can leave now, and we can pretend we never met. If you think your life is more important, I can assure you that within a week, I’ll get you a matching heart. The condition is, we’ll be friends from now on,” said the man.
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