Chapter 2 Pretentious Liar

It was as if Marco flipped a switch on his mood when he noticed Loraine's presence. He shot her an icy glare that could freeze even fire.

Although he still looked handsome, Loraine's heart no longer beat faster for him.

"Who is the perfect match you just spoke about? Is it me? You want me to donate my kidney to Keely?"

Marco's face darkened when he heard the questions. He tucked Keely in and then walked over to Loraine.

At this moment, Keely's pale face turned red. She said in surprise, "I found it hard to believe when Marco told me that he had gotten a perfect match for the transplant. So, you are the one! Are you willing to donate a kidney to me, Miss Torres?"

"No!" Loraine denied. "And you should call me Mrs. Bryant."

Keely's face froze. The next second, she began to cough and gasp for breath as if she was about to faint any moment.

Marco's eyes were blazing now. He snapped, "Stop it, Loraine. Can't you see that she's in a critical state? Do you want to kill her?"

Those words made Loraine's heart break for the thousandth time since she got married to Marco. Again, he showed that Keely was all that mattered to him.

It appeared that he would move mountains for Keely.

Loraine stared at him with red eyes. "What about me? Don't I matter to you at all?"

Marco was taken aback by her words and expression. Just as he was about to say something, Keely groaned and cried, "Ouch, it hurts..."

A second later, she fainted in the bed.

Marco's eyes bulged out of the sockets. He rushed to the bedside.

Loraine sighed helplessly, turning to leave. Noticing what she was about to do, Marco hesitated for a moment and then commanded his bodyguards through gritted teeth, "Stop her from leaving. Ask the doctor to get ready for the kidney transplant operation right away!"

He turned around and looked at the unconscious Keely with worried eyes. He held her face and muttered, "Please hold on, Keely. You will be fine soon."

Loraine was rooted to the spot. Her cheeks burned hot with disbelief and hurt.

Were her ears deceiving her? Marco wanted to take her kidney away without her permission? How wicked could he be!

For three long years, she had put her all into this marriage because she wanted to make it work.

All her efforts and perseverance amounted to nothing now. Marco's heart didn't soften. Rather, it seemed that he hated her more than ever before.

The bodyguards were about to grab her, but Loraine fought them off and walked to the bedside.

"You know what? I won't leave."

The entire ward went silent for a second. In the blink of an eye, Loraine raised her hand and slapped Keely's cheek.

The slap echoed in the ward.

Everyone present froze for a few seconds.

"Loraine, why did you do that?" Marco roared and grabbed Loraine's wrist.

Keely, who had been unconscious, opened her eyes and held her red cheek. She stared daggers at Loraine. "How dare you slap me?"

The white quilt on her body slipped to the floor, taking the IV needle along.

Blood was supposed to splutter out of her hand since the needle was taken out forcefully. However, it turned out that the needle was never inserted in her hand.

The sight of this made everyone gasp. Their eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Marco slowly let go of his wife's hand. He turned to Keely and demanded with brewing annoyance, "What's going on?"

Keely's face turned deathly pale when she saw the IV needle on the floor. She looked at Marco and stuttered, "I... I don't know. Maybe the doctor didn't insert it well."

Loraine threw her head back and laughed. "Well, I know what's going on. You are not sick at all, Keely. How despicable of you to want to harvest my kidney!"

"Bah! Shut up, you liar!" Sweat dripped from Keely's forehead. She looked at Marco and said, "This is pure slander. Trust me, Marco. You know that I haven't been well recently."

Marco shot Keely a searing glare, causing her to shake like a leaf. He then turned to Loraine.

"Don't make a scene here. I'll look into this and give you feedback afterward. If it turns out that you were wronged, I can compensate you."

Loraine stared calmly at Marco, the man she once loved.

This husband of hers had never sided with her. Even when she wasn't in the wrong, he favored others over her. She was done with feeling so disappointed. She didn't want his money.

"I don't want any compensation. Just give me a divorce!" Loraine blurted out, clenching her fists.

Marco stared at her in surprise.

This was the first time he was looking into her eyes since they got married.

Loraine didn't give a damn about how he took that request. She just spun on her heels and stormed out.

The moment she walked out of the hospital, her body shook uncontrollably. Her legs turned to jelly.

Just now, she used up all her strength to stand up against those wicked people in there.

Leaning on a car nearby, she took out her phone and dialed a number.

Loraine stood there for a few minutes before a black Lincoln pulled up in front of her. A handsome man in a suit got out.

Loraine lost her balance the moment she sighted him.

The man hurriedly held and carried her up.

"Uncle Rowan," Loraine called out, resting her head on his chest. She passed out a second later.