Born As Kidney Donor For My Sister

When we landed, Claire was immediately taken away by her family for a few days of reunion.

I took a cab to the apartment where I was currently staying, and it seemed that Norton had been waiting there for a long time.

The moment he saw me, his eyes lit up, and the smile on his lips slowly faded under the coldness of my gaze.

“Do you have friends around me in Melbourne?” I asked, my smile a mere shadow of mockery.

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Norton didn’t answer; he just stared at me intently before speaking slowly, “Doreen, I’ve missed you.”

I let out a soft, mocking laugh and regarded him with a detached look. “Norton, do you still want to be with me?”

He swallowed hard, then nodded hesitantly, his eyes filled with a careful hope.

I frowned and took a step back, as if trying to distance myself from him. “But you have a mental illness…”

Norton’s expression fell, and he lowered his gaze, pleading softly, “I’ll take my medication as prescribed.”

“Could you please stay away from me? I’m actually quite afraid of mental illness,” I said, my voice dripping with disdain.

Norton’s face turned pale.

He didn’t say another word and turned to leave.

I watched his retreating figure and let out a derisive snort.

Norton, so do you even know what it feels like to be humiliated?

When I saw your disgusted expression back then, I was a thousand times more hurt than you ever were.

Three years of hiding like a street rat had pushed Regina to the brink of collapse.

Whether she hoped Norton would help her or that they could make up, it was clear that Regina had set her sights on him.

But she was still quite perceptive. Although the police had discovered her movements, they had never been able to catch her.

And this had provided me with an opportunity.

An opportunity I had been waiting for, for three long years.