Living Donor: The Billionaire's Heir

f a ramshackle multi-storey building. Ignoring the greetings of other tenants smoking and going out with

hand into her leather purse- its rough surface peeling off like the walls of the building. "How many fucking jobs now? Gosh! I'm

, Syntia kicked the door hard, it rattled a bit then went still. She uprooted a bunch of rusty

get another job?" She flopp

he cluttered small room. Syntia tossed on the littered bed pressed to the wall, her blood

ep sigh. "There's no time to pick grains from the heap of sand, Syntia… you have bills stacked up to the roof…

, Syntia paused, her open palms met her f

lurking around?" Slowly sinking to the floor, her head shifted from side to side. "I might as well find myself in the jungle soon- at

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isten to me for o

dead memory, Hanord! So shut th

ing hearts, Hanord tried to catch up with the scowling Kelvin marching down the doctor's area

lvin." He swallowed, glanc

things like that will not be tolerated! Oh, because I said I wanted to try

that young woman, Ke

is nose. "Just shut up and get

lvi

gh, H

on his heels and dashed out. Onlookers huddled together, tryi

ke laundry in a washing machine as his

octor Smith? Did I–" His

eyes. "We are so sorry, Mr. Blakes. We… we will try our best to make sure little King gets better." His low voice tumbled out th

up,

continue with the

fucking hole in th

at the sharp bang of Kelvin's voice, hitting the

ing his status. Without stains. My son is

for

, you worthless pi

nding beside King, the chubby curly haired boy who fainted at the preschool. Kelvin gazed at

aying on an examination table, then shift

h. Why– just why would he get su

n shoes stopped, just about to shut th

g for him, he needs all the love and care more than be

" This is so wrong. So, so fucking wrong! He

iny voice weak

He caressed King's ch