Sylvia stayed by Benjamin’s side, offering him false comfort. “Didn’t they say Mirabelle was transferred to another hospital? Maybe she’s receiving better treatment now.”

“Perhaps she’s already found a matching kidney,” she added, feigning optimism.

What blatant lies.

Sylvia knew full well that the kidney inside her was the only one that could have saved me.

Compatible organs are incredibly rare; if it were as simple as she made it sound, why didn’t she wait for a new kidney instead of taking mine?

At that moment, my hatred reached its peak.

If it weren’t for them, I would still be with Allen, not helplessly watching their grief from the sidelines....