Hope Williams's expression was icy, her gaze calmly landed on Luna Williams's face.
"Right, Little Hope is your sister. Even if you don't want to donate bone marrow to save her, you can't just watch her get beaten to death, right?" Maverick Williams said anxiously with eyes full of urgency.
"Oh." Hope asked indifferently, "What does that have to do with me?"
"You!"
Seeing Hope's indifferent attitude toward life and death, Maverick immediately changed his color, "How can you say such heartless things? Even if you don't want to donate bone marrow, you can't just watch her get beaten to death and do nothing. How can you be so malicious?"
"I'm heartless? I'm malicious? Maverick, where was your conscience when you forced me to abort my child, and against my will, to donate bone marrow to Luna? Isn't the life of my child a life too? Who is the real malicious one?"
Hope stood her ground, watching him calmly, her voice was neither light nor heavy, but incredibly oppressive.
