“Star? Are you okay?” Cristofer, who had been waiting outside the door anxiously after receiving no response, continued knocking at the door.

Estelle quickly opened the door for him. “I’m fine.”

Relieved to see her calm and no longer crying, Cristofer said, “Your head hit the table quite hard earlier. I should call the doctor to check on you.”

“No, thanks. I’m really fine,” Estelle replied, feeling tired as she gently rubbed her temples.

‘Mr. Lopez wouldn’t lie to me. He must want to find a suitable donor even more than I do because he knows that it’s Christina who keeps me here. The only way to make me leave...