Vincent''s frustration boiled over. "A kidney transnt? You make it sound so easy. Whose kidney are we talking about? Yours?"


    Back when the Rogers family was in power, Ynda could get any kidney she wanted. But now, with the Rogers family gone and the Walkers under intense scrutiny, it was pure fantasy for Mrs. Walker and Ynda to still be thinking this way.


    "I had surgery for kidney stones. How could I give a kidney to Ynda?" Mrs. Walker said.


    She and Ynda shared the same blood type, but Mrs. Walker had undergone surgery for kidney stones in her youth, making donation impossible. Besides, with the Rogers family''s support back then, her kidney had never been needed.


    “Then whose do you want? You''ve been running around to every hospital. Have you found a suitable one?" Vincent asked with a sneer.


    Mrs. Walker had been searching every hospital for a suitable donor for Ynda, but she''d had no luck.


    Istra was a sprawling metropolis, and people were dying in hospitals every day. But Ynda had a rare blood type, and not many people shared it. Even if she found someone, a sessful match wasn''t guaranteed. And then there were stubborn families like that of the woman who had just given birth, who simply refused to cooperate.


    “I..... I did find a suitable one," Mrs. Walker said in a low voice.


    Vincent was clearly stunned. Had she really just stumbled upon a match by pure, dumb luck?


    "Since you''ve found one, go and negotiate with the family. Offer them more money, and don''t leave any loose ends for someone to use against us," Vincent said.


    Mrs. Walker''s lips moved, but she hesitated, looking like she wanted to say something more.


    Seeing her expression, Vincent immediately understood. "The donor you found... they''re not dead, are they?"


    "She''s a pregnant woman, twenty weeks along. But she has a heart condition. Maybe something will... happen during childbirth...”


    "Shut your mouth!" Vincent cut her off sharply before she could finish.


    Mrs. Walker didn''t say the words aloud, but the malice in her implication was crystal clear to Vincent She wanted to arrange an "ident" during the woman''sbor, cause her death, and then harvest her organs.


    If the Rogers family were still around, such an operation would be entirely possible


    in one of their hospitals. But without them, and with the Walkers under a federal microscope, Mrs. Walker was digging her own grave.


    "I''m warning you, don''t do anything reckless, or you''ll drag the whole family down with you," Vincent warned.


    "But what about Ynda?" Mrs. Walker couldn''t help but ask.


    "If she''s sick, then she needs proper medical treatment. Find the best doctors. Once


    the heat dies down, I''ll figure something out,” Vincent said dismissively.


    Just as he finished speaking, his phone rang.


    Vincent pulled it out, nced at the caller ID, and hurried away.


    Mrs. Walker watched his retreating back, her expression growing colder by the second.


    No sooner had Vincent left than the sound of things smashing came from the upstairs bedroom again.


    Mrs. Walker rushed upstairs and into the bedroom to find that Ynda had once again destroyed everything in the room. Even her favorite figurines and dolls were smashed and cut to pieces, littering the floor in a sea of debris.


    Ynda was slumped amidst the wreckage, screaming and roaring hysterically.


    "What is it with Ynda now?" Mrs. Walker asked, her head throbbing.


    "Miss... Miss Ynda, she''s only passed urine once all day," the maid said, her voice trembling.


    With her declining kidney function, urination was bing increasingly difficult for Ynda, and the


    her body was get


    swelling in hert


    worse. If her condition wasn''t


    controlled, she would soon need


    dialysis to survive.


    But Ynda refused to follow any conventional treatment n; she was dead set on


    getting another transnt.