Chapter 195:
Just as Elena prepared to act, Kiera suddenly collapsed, clutching her chest, gasping desperately as if drowning, each breath a desperate fight for oxygen.
Elena’s face hardened into grim determination. In a cold, commanding voice, she demanded, “Step back. Where is her medication?”
Ethel, her tone laced with skepticism, barely moved. “How do we know she isn’t faking? She must be taken upstairs immediately.”
Turning sharply, Elena’s eyes flashed dangerously at Ethel. “Listen carefully. She has severe asthma—any stress on her body, especially her kidneys, could be fatal.”
Ethel staggered back, her face pale with shock. How had Elena uncovered their secret plan? Panic colored her trembling voice. “Kidneys? What are you insinuating? This is all too confusing.”
Elena dismissed Ethel’s faltering denials with a sharp wave of her hand. They were wasting precious time, and every second counted. Kiera’s life was at stake, and immediate action was necessary.
“Move aside! If anything happens to Kiera, it’ll be on your heads!” Elena snarled.
The four guards exchanged wary glances. They were here for the money—getting involved in someone’s death was the last thing they wanted. After a brief hesitation, they stepped back, giving Elena space.
With the path cleared, Elena swiftly unzipped Kiera’s coat. Despite the stifling heat, Kiera still wore a jacket, its color faded from repeated washing.
Elena eased Kiera onto her back and pulled out a set of specialized instruments.
Just as Elena positioned the first tool with precision, Ethel’s sharp voice cut in. “What do you think you’re doing? If this goes wrong, I’m not taking the fall.”
Elena ignored Ethel. Kiera’s pupils were dilated, her lips pale, and her breaths—once shallow and quick—were now barely noticeable. She was fading fast.
Without hesitation, Elena pressed the tool into place. Her hands moved with practiced speed, her focus unwavering. Soon, Kiera’s body was dotted with the instruments.
Ethel stood nearby, fidgeting anxiously. Upstairs, the sedative in Rory’s system was wearing off…
The doctor Ethel had hired was a renowned foreign specialist. Normally, a kidney transplant required consent from both donor and recipient.
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Ethel dared not let Marlon know she planned to take his daughter’s kidney, so she arranged for the transplant to happen in secret. Everything had been going according to plan—until just before the anesthesia took effect, Kiera had escaped. If Kiera didn’t survive the sudden asthma attack, there was no telling if her kidney would remain viable…
Ethel shot a glance at Elena. If Marlon demanded answers, she could always pin the blame on her. With that in mind, she hurried upstairs to ask the doctor if a kidney from a recently deceased donor could still be viable. Rory couldn’t wait much longer.
Meanwhile, the four guards grew restless. Kiera lay motionless on the floor, her skin ashen, her chest unnaturally still. Had she stopped breathing? This wasn’t part of their job. They weren’t paid to handle a corpse. And Elena? She seemed far too young to be a real doctor.
Doubts crept into the bodyguards’ minds.
“Is she actually saving Kiera?”
