She Wore My Kidney, I Wore Her Ruin Chapter 07

She Wore My Kidney, I Wore Her Ruin Chapter 07 No More Second Chances

“If they didn’t like the girl, they should’ve disciplined their own son. Why destroy a young woman? The fact that she didn’t sink into depression or take her own life just means she was strong.”

“This is disgusting.”

Beside me, Bianca heard the comments and burst into tears.

She lunged forward and hugged me tightly.

“Clara, I know I was wrong. I’m not asking you to forgive me. I finally see that bastard for what he is.”

“He came after me from the start for my money. I really know I was wrong.”

I stepped back and freed myself from her arms.

I only shook my head.

“If you were wrong, pay the price. It’s that simple.”

In my world, no one got to hurt me and walk away whole.

Besides, the harm Bianca caused me was real.

Back then, I had knelt and begged her to give me time to prove my innocence.

But she refused to let go.

In front of so many relatives, she slapped me.

Then she cried prettily on livestream and called me a scheming woman.

I would never forget how she told the world about the wounds of our childhood.

“When Mom and Dad were alive, Clara had a sweet mouth and loved to lie. She always coaxed them into favoring her. After they died, even the inheritance I got was less than hers. Relatives all said she was younger and needed more care.”

“I never imagined she would set her sights on my husband.”

“Clara, you’re shameless. Don’t think I’ll forgive you just because you gave me a kidney.”

She had my organ inside her body.

Yet even while weak after surgery, she still dragged herself in front of the public to stab me with her words.

She said Victor misled her.

But deep down, hadn’t she always been jealous of me?

Otherwise, how could she say things that cruel?

I watched the police take her away.

She was terminally ill and could no longer cause much trouble.

But I still did not want to forgive her

To continue my education, I had endured the pressure and left for another city.

I lost my chance at a top university. I took the graduate entrance exams on my own, and she still chased after me with reports and accusations.

Even now, I only had an undergraduate degree.

Whenever my former mentor mentioned me, regret always filled his face.

I could have spent my life in the ivory tower I loved.

Now all that remained was a wound called what if.

Still, at the end of her life, I would help her handle a few things.

My lawyer and I went to the police station.

Evan Kingsley came too.

He had clearly seen the news and the public backlash.

When he saw me, guilt covered his face.

“Clara, I didn’t know. Back then, I was blinded by anger. I-”

I shook my head.

“The Kingsley family pushed this from behind. How to settle it now will be handled entirely by my lawyer.”

“If you feel guilty, then don’t interfere. And don’t say sorry to me again.”

Evan froze for a moment. In the end, he clenched his fists and nodded.

“Can we ever go back to the way we were?”

I smiled and lifted the back of my hand.

“I’m married.”

His expression went still.

Then he fell silent.

As for Bianca, my lawyer applied for her release for medical treatment.

The moment she walked out of the police station, she fainted.

I took her to the hospital. The doctor said her condition had worsened. She had only a few days left.

I looked at her as she slept.

Her face was swollen, nothing like the gentle woman in my memory.

I hired a private caregiver to stay with her, then went home.

After I confirmed my flight, my phone rang.

It was Bianca.

“Clara, I miss you. I dreamed about Mom and Dad just now. They scolded me. They said I didn’t know how to cherish what I had.”

“Do you think it’s too late for me to change now?”

I took a deep breath and hung up.

More than twenty years of companionship.

And she had not given me even one chance to explain before sentencing me to death.