A glint of mockery flashed through Mandyâs clear eyes. âIâm sorry. Iâm not here to donate my liver. I just came to visit Mr.
Warner.â
The joy on Estherâs face instantly fell as if a cracking ice.
âMs. Pendleton, pleaseâ¦â Esther grabbed Mandyâs hand urgently, completely disregarding any decorum. She held Mandyâs hand tightly as if she were clutching a lifeline. âPlease, please save him! If you can save him, Iâm willing to do anything!â
Mandy slightly frowned and winced, pulling her hand back from Estherâs pleading grip. âMrs. Warner, youâre hurting me.â
Kevin and Esther could not hear the mocking undertone in Mandyâs use of âMrs. Warnerâ.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to.â Esther apologized hoarsely.
Kevin helped explain from the side, âMs. Pendleton, Esther was just anxious. Please understand.â
âMrs. Warner, letâs talk.â
Esther was overjoyed that Mandy took the initiative to talk to her. âOkay, letâs talk.â
They went to a nearby café outside the hospital. It was cozy with lush green plants and blooming flowers, creating a warm, spring-like atmosphere despite the harsh winter outside.
Mandy elegantly held her coffee cup, seemingly smiling at her reflection on the cupâs surface. After the lessons learned from her failure as Liliane, she had lost her previous arrogance and conceit when facing Esther. However, a subtle sense of amusement was underneath her refined exterior.
They did not know her true identity or that she was their enemy, and they had to plead with her. This irony thrilled Mandy. She wanted to have Esther and Bradley in her hands and toy with them.
âMrs. Warner, I know someone else asks you to donate your liver. Will you do it?â
Esther firmly replied, âI will. Iâll donate.â
Mandy looked at Esther as if she could not believe what she was hearing.
Trying to convince Mandy with her sincerity, Esther spoke softly. âMs. Pendleton, you may not believe this, but I actually want to donate my liver. I hope that someone else can donate theirs to save Bradley.â
âSo, your purpose in donating your liver is in hopes of someone saving Bradley?â Mandy sneered.
âYour intentions seem impure.â
âMs. Pendleton, I donât want to hide my true intentions from you. When I learned about Bradleyâs liver cancer, I immediately tested for compatibility. Itâs just thatâ¦â Estherâs eyes turned slightly red, and her voice choked. âMy liver isnât a match. If it were, I wouldnât be begging you like this.â
Mandy looked at Esther and said softly, âMy brother wonât allow me to donate. Besides, my motherâs health isnât good. She doesnât agree, and I donât want her to be distressed.â
âWhat about you? Are you willing?â Esther asked.
Mandy hesitated for a moment. âMrs. Warner, everyone has their own difficulties. I canât fully understand yours, and you may not be able to understand mine. My mother and I are just poor souls trying to make a living under my brotherâs control. Even if itâs not for myself, I canât endanger my mother.
âMoreover, while liver transplant surgeries have a high success rate, there are also unexpected complications. My mother wants to see me in a wedding dressâ¦â
âMs. Pendleton, I beg you!â Esther had no other choice and suddenly knelt before Mandy.
Mandy stood up and looked down at Esther, offering a lifeline. âMrs. Warner, instead of begging me, why donât you go beg my brother?â
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