Her Father’s Heart
The ceiling spun in front of Charlotte’s eyes.
She was hyperventilating.
Henry patted her hand.
‘Take it easy. Don’t get so worked up over a nobody. It’s not like he was using those organs, anyway.’
When the horrible truth sank in, Charlotte almost stopped breathing.
She could feel the heart that was beating strongly and rhythmically in her chest.
Leland Hewitt’s heart.
Kira’s father’s heart.
Charlotte shuddered.
She stared at her husband, the devil incarnate.
‘You… you killed Mr Hewitt?’
Henry knitted his brows, a sign of his displeasure.
‘He was supposed to be dead a long time ago. I was kind enough to grant him two more years of life.’
If he had known about Leland Hewitt’s existence right after the car accident, he would have harvested the man’s organs right then and there.
But Austyn got to Leland first.
He transferred the vegetable to Stamford General.
Henry backed off when he learned that time was needed for Leland’s various physical injuries to heal.
Besides, Charlotte’s conditi
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