Chapter 3

He stood inside the small, empty room.

He wore an expensive custom suit and stepped in handmade leather shoes worth a fortune, looking completely out of place here.

I still remembered that this artisan had once made leather shoes only for me.

Noah Vale had not even said he liked them, yet he got them.

Adrian Sterling believed his Noah deserved the best things.

Trash like me did not deserve them.

The blood on the floor had not yet been cleaned up, and Noah Vale narrowed his sharp eyes.

“I want your kidney. That shouldn’t make you so angry you cough up blood,” Noah Vale said as he looked down at me. “Or are you putting on an act here, waiting for Adrian Sterling to find you and feel sorry for you?”

He crouched down, pinched my face, and said coldly, “That will never happen.”

He said, “You’re too pathetic. No one loves you.”

My body was too weak, and resisting Noah Vale did nothing.

Before my fist could hit his face, he forced me away and locked me up.

Inside the huge villa, Noah Vale chained me to the bed. “Everything you have is mine. You just wait here while I take away everything you cherish.”

Before long, I was pressed into the hospital.

Noah Vale and Adrian Sterling controlled me strictly, and I failed when I tried to call the police.

My kidney was removed, and Adrian Sterling busied himself around Noah Vale with concern.

Even Marcus Hale, who had been overseas, flew back and stayed by his side every second.

They were terrified that anything might happen to Noah Vale.

In a corner no one cared about, my condition worsened, and I had nowhere to turn for help.

I had known long ago that I was dying, but the fear of death still drowned me.

I only saw Marcus Hale’s back, yet because of the fear brought by death, I actually developed an unrealistic hope for him.

He was my brother, and after our parents died, he had loved me since we were children.

He said, “It’s okay that Mom and Dad are gone. You still have me.”

But when I crawled in a mess and clutched his pant leg, begging him, he only kicked me away in disgust.

“How did you become like this? Are you even trying to steal Noah’s medical resources now?” Marcus Hale looked at me in disappointment. “Why do you always like stealing Noah’s things? Haven’t we given you enough?”

Was I the one stealing Noah Vale’s things?

“I didn’t, Marcus…” My mouth was full of the taste of blood, and the wound hurt so badly that my hands kept shaking. “I didn’t steal his things. I’m really in pain. I’m really dying.”

Marcus Hale said viciously, “Then go die.”