Flora was a good wife, considerate and gentle. No matter howte he came home from work, she would always leave a light on for him. When he drank too much at social events, she would personally make him a hangover soup.


    She kept his shirts and suits perfectly ironed, and she would vary the meals to suit his tastes.


    In their third year of marriage, Flora became pregnant.


    She seemed overjoyed. She bought countless baby clothes and toys and even decorated the nursery.


    At that time, Oscar also began to feel a sense of anticipation for the child in her womb. It seemed that living like this wouldn''t be so bad after all.


    But when Flora was five months pregnant, Ynda suddenly suffered from kidney failure.


    Ynda''s condition was congenital. She had her first kidney transnt at twelve and had been fine for years. But this time, the illness struck swiftly and fiercely.


    The transnted kidney hadpletely failed, and Ynda needed another transnt immediately to survive.


    The Rogers family ran a hospital and controlled a vast medicalwork, so finding a kidney wasn''t difficult. The problem was Ynda''s rare blood type.


    People with that blood type were few and far between. Oscar searched the system and found several candidates, but none were a match.


    Ynda''s health was deteriorating rapidly; she couldn''t wait long.


    And then, a matching kidney donor appeared: Flora.


    Flora''s prenatal check-up report showed that she also had the rare blood type, and it was a perfect match for Ynda.


    At that point, Flora was only four months away from giving birth, and the Rogers family was faced with a dilemma.


    The Walker family doted on Ynda, their only daughter, and they were putting immense pressure on the Rogers family.


    In the end, the Rogers family chose to sacrifice Flora and her unborn child. Because she was five months along, an ultrasound had already determined the baby''s gender-it was a girl.


    Perhaps it was her own fault for not carrying a son. If she had been pregnant with a boy, she might not have been so easily discarded.


    Oscar still remembered that day. He had personally taken her for her prenatal check-up, then lied about a work emergency and left early.


    That foolish woman had no idea


    what she was about to face. Sheet


    had even smiled and told him, "Go on and take care of your work Tean look after myself and the baby."


    That was thest time they saw each other in this life.


    In truth, Oscar never intended for Flora to die. He had assembled the best team of


    specialists, hoping to save her life.


    Donating a kidney wasn''t a death sentence.


    But Flora was pregnant. She had to undergo an abortion first, followed by the nephrectomy.


    She hemorrhaged during the abortion, and after having one of her kidneys removed, she died shortly after, despite all efforts to save her.


    They had been husband and wife, and Oscar felt some sadness, but only some.


    Compared to Ynda, Flora was simply not as important.


    Oscar''s thoughts slowly returned from his memories to the present, his gaze settling back on Yvonne.


    "So what if I did?" Oscar sneered.


    Yvonne''s body trembled with rage. "Oscar, you''re less than human. She was your wife, carrying your child. How could you be so heartless?"


    "There was nothing heartless about it. But I''m more interested in why you''re so curious about her," Oscar scoffed.


    "Just consider me a curious person," Yvonne replied coldly.


    "Alright, alright, why are you wasting so much time talking to her? I can''t wait any longer. Darcy interrupted, striding toward Yvonne while impatiently unbuckling his belt.


    "I''ll go first When I''m done, the


    of you can have her. With those skinny arms and legs, I wonder how long she''llst What if she dres from the fun?