For the Rest of Our Lives, No More Meetings, Debts, or Longing

In the third year of my captivity at Xiang Wenchuan's hands, he finally let me out. Not because his son, Xiang Shu, missed me, but because Xiang Wenchuan's younger brother's wife, An Nuo, the fake heiress, needed me as a blood donor again. Out of habit, I rolled up my sleeves, but Xiang Wenchuan stopped me with a hand. "This time, she doesn't need blood. She needs... a kidney." "Donate one kidney to An Nuo, and we'll forgive you. We'll forget everything that happened before, and you won't be locked up anymore." Xiang Shu, who had been standing nearby with a grim expression, softened his tone for once. "If you donate, I'll call you Mom again." I gave a wry smile and shook my head...