Chapter 241 Artificial Heart
No. They originally had a donor.
Greta was supposed to receive the transplant three months ago and recover
At this moment, Emelie couldn’t help but imagine how it’d be now if Greta had received the donor’s heart three months ago. Instead of lying in the ICU on the brink of death, would Greta be at their country home, enjoying life?
Emelie took a deep breath. The air that filled her nose had a metallic, bloody smell
She turned and went downstairs in search of William,
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r. She noticed William’s car parked there, with Ashton holding an umbrella by the door.
In the hospital’s parking lot, Emelie got out of the car. She
He was standing still, clearly waiting for her.
Limelie had a feeling that she couldn’t escape William. She
e was under his control from the moment he had proposed the deal about the best 10% of doctors.
The scenes of Roman being taken away by the prison guards and Greta lying in the ICU flashed through her mind.
Emelie dashed toward the car, Ashton hurriedly opened the door to reveal William sitting in the back seat with his legs crossed. The cigarette between William’s fingers had already burned to its tip
As William watched Emelie run toward him, he recalled how she had looked at him with eyes full of love and adoration over the past three years. However, she never looked at him that way again after she resigned.
But it didn’t matter, he was sure that those eyes filled with love and adoration for him would reappear sometime in the future.
Smitking, William hung up the phone after saying, “I be right there.”
Emelie didn’t get into the car. Ashton tried to shade her from the rain with the umbrella but was pushed away. She was already drenched, so the rain didn’t bother her.
The rain poured from the sky. Enselle stood there, with water dripping down from head to toe.
She stared fixedly at William. Her face was pale and colorless.
William coldly said, “Speak. What’s with that stare? Do you think I can read minds?”
Emelie seemed oddly calm as she replied, “My mom is dying. She’s lying in the ICU and is relying on the machines to sustain her life. This is no different from death.
“The artificial heart is the only option left.. Do you really have acce
to the best 10% of doctors? William, don’t lie to me.”
William replied, “Id”
Emelie swallowed. “If Mr. Bowen was the one lying in the ICU instead, would you do anything it’d take to find a doctor who can save him?”
William elegantly put out the cigarette. His tailored suit complimented his grace.
He simply said, “I’m a businessman, not a philanthropist. I only agree to barter with trades of equivalent value.
“A medical team from Lablos and an imported artificial heart from Glastony add up to at least six million dollars. If you’re not mine, why should I waste these resources?” He said no more, waiting for Emelie’s response
In other words, would Emelie return to his side?
Emelie closed her eyes and repeated the question, “Why do you insist on having me back?”
Was it because she had proposed to resign? Or was it because she had decided to leave him? Did he feel humiliated because she had dumped him? Was he trying to get revenge to save his ego?
William burned his head away
Through the glass, he saw the heavy downpour. Pedestrians scurried past in the rain while he stayed in the car, unaffected
As Willam chuckled softly, he returned his gaze to Emelie. There was a dark glint in his eyes as he said, “I got addicted to sleeping with you. Isn’t that reason enough?