My Son Called Her Mom So I Named My Price Chapter 04

My Son Called Her Mom So I Named My Price Chapter 04

My heart clenched.

“What do you mean? Why can’t you do it?”

Even though I was on the best medication available, cardiomyopathy was always dangerous.

During the time I spent waiting for the surgery alone, I had suffered no fewer than three episodes.

The worst episode nearly killed me.

I was rushed into the ER and spent a full twelve hours in critical care. I only pulled through because I fought with everything I had to stay alive.

My body had no time left to wait.

The doctor looked deeply uncomfortable.

“The donor heart that matched you was just reallocated.”

I clutched my chest tightly.

“Reallocated? Reallocated to whom?”

“Did someone pay you more? Whatever they paid, I’ll double it.”

The doctor did not dare answer. He put his mask back on and tried to get away.

I climbed down from the operating table and followed closely behind him, nearly breaking down.

“You know my condition. I can’t wait any longer. How can you just reassign it like that?”

“This is no different from murder.”

My cries quickly drew a crowd.

I screamed, “Who stole my donor heart? Do rich people get to decide whether someone else lives or dies?”

The people watching were soon filled with outrage, and before long, they found the person responsible.

I rushed over without caring about anything else, but the moment I saw who it was, every drop of blood in my body seemed to freeze.

It was Adrian.

He was standing firmly in front of the operating room doors, blocking anyone from getting inside.

Vanessa, who was crying beside him, saw me and immediately grabbed my arm.

“Clara? Are you the one saying my mother stole your donor heart?”

She dropped straight to her knees in front of me.

“I was wrong to keep taking your things before. I know I was wrong. I’m sorry.”

“If you’re angry, take it out on me. Please leave my mother out of this.”

Adrian’s expression changed instantly.

“Clara, just because you don’t have a mother anymore, you want Vanessa to lose hers too?”

“How can you be so vicious?”

My nails dug hard into my palms, and I clenched my teeth so tightly I almost tasted blood.

“Adrian, her mother has cancer. A heart transplant won’t cure that. Vanessa is doing this on purpose…”

Before I could finish, Vanessa suddenly bent forward and pressed her forehead to the floor again and again.

“Clara, I’ll give everything back to you. I’ll never bother Adrian or Ryan again.”

“I’m begging you. How much money do you want? I’ll pay you, all right?”

A chill swept through my entire body. I was so furious I could barely speak.

“Who wants your money? I want the donor heart. Give it back to me.”

“Enough!”

Adrian flew into a rage and grabbed me by the arm.

“To hurt Vanessa’s mother, you’re even faking an illness and using other people’s sympathy to cause a scene. Clara, you’ve gone too far this time.”

He called security, and they dragged me out.

I struggled with everything I had, but I could not break free.

My heart was pounding harder and harder, and the pain in my chest felt as if it were about to tear me apart.

When I was thrown out at the hospital entrance, the suffocating feeling of being on the edge of death swallowed me whole.

I reached out in agony, trying to ask for help, but the crowd only spat at me.

“Disgusting. You almost tricked us into helping you hurt someone, and now you’re still pretending.”

My hand fell weakly to the ground.

In the final moments before I lost consciousness, I had only one wish.

In my next life, I never, ever wanted to see Adrian again.

Meanwhile, after Mrs. Whitmore Sr.’s surgery was finished, Adrian rushed without stopping to stage the wedding with Vanessa.

But when it was time to exchange rings, his mind was filled with Clara.

That day at the hospital, she had looked so pale and worn down. He still could not stop worrying about her.

“I’m sorry, Vanessa. Let’s end the ceremony here for now.”

“Your mother isn’t lucid anymore. She probably won’t suspect anything.”

With that, he pulled off his boutonniere and called his assistant.

“Look into Clara’s medical records.”

Ten minutes later, his assistant called back, sounding uneasy.

“Mr. Bradford, the records show that Mrs. Bradford has acute cardiomyopathy. Her heart transplant was scheduled for a week ago.”