Brad narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously. "I know you don’t want to donate a kidney to Lora. But don’t forget—her weak health is because of you. You stole her rightful place as the rich family’s daughter, while she suffered outside for years. Don’t you think you should atone for that?"
"I…"
"Enough."
Howard’s voice cut in impatiently as he stepped out of the ward. His tone was deep and authoritative.
"Nikki, isn’t marrying into our family all you want?"
"If you agree to donate another healthy kidney to Lora, Brad and I will attend the wedding in seven days. We won’t embarrass you by not showing up. Satisfied?"
Nikki met his cold gaze, his condescending tone stabbing into her. The memory of her kidney removal surgery six months ago resurfaced—the pain of the incision still lingering in her body.
"I already told you—I’m not marrying either of you. Whether you show up or not, it makes no difference to me."
Howard’s eyes darkened.
At that moment, Lora stirred awake.
The two brothers rushed inside, their voices filled with concern.
"Thank God, Lora, you’re okay."
From inside the room, Brad’s voice carried out loud and clear.
"That fraud is truly unlucky. First, she killed Brother Bray, then she caused you to suffer outside for years, sick and weak. Now, all we’re asking is for her to donate a kidney, yet she dares to use it as leverage to force a marriage…"
The mention of Brother Bray made Nikki’s heart clench violently.
She bit her lip, feeling an icy wetness on her cheeks—tears she hadn’t even realized were falling.
Like a wandering soul, she turned and walked away.
Her phone suddenly rang.
On the other end, a deep, unfamiliar voice spoke.
"I heard you want to marry me."
Nikki immediately recognized who it was. Her body froze for a second before she answered nervously.
"Yes."
The man chuckled, his voice carrying a hint of knowing amusement.
"Weren’t those two so desperate to win your favor before? How quickly their affections have changed…"
Nikki didn’t know what to say. Her palms were slick with sweat, panic creeping through her veins.
The next second, she heard David’s voice, casual yet firm.
"I do."
Then, with a hint of amusement, he added, "But you should’ve heard—I bring bad luck to my wives. I can’t guarantee what might happen if you marry me."