The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 826

Heather didn't just scream; she started violently throwing herself against the ICU doors.

Amidst the chaos, Theodore and Penelope finally had to step in and put an end to it.

"Heather, I told you I'd cover his medical bills. Knock it off!" Penelope snapped, grabbing her arm.

Seeing the two of them, Heather instantly dropped the hysterics. A deeply calculating, mocking smirk spread across her face.

"My brother means nothing to you. Why would you pay for his treatment?"

"Heather, weren't you just begging me to—"

"And you just agreed because I asked?" Heather scoffed loudly. "Who do you think you are, Mother Teresa?"

"Heather!"

"Fine. Since you two are such bleeding-heart saints, I'll let you play the heroes."

Heather's eyes darkened with malice before she turned back to Ms. Lancaster. "Keep treating him, then. Use the best, most expensive drugs. Keep him alive by any means necessary. Don't hold back—the Stapleton family has deep pockets."

Ms. Lancaster frowned deeply. She had only agreed to help Theodore lie out of a profound sense of justice after learning what had happened to his little brother. Hearing this accomplice brazenly extort them was sickening.

Heather practically thrived on the doctor's visible disgust, laughing even louder.

"I'm not the one forcing this. They want to play the savior. I'm just letting them."

By the time Theodore reached them, he was practically radiating murderous intent. He had tolerated this vile woman for too long. He raised a hand to strike her, but Penelope yanked him back.

"If you hit her in front of all these people, it'll backfire on us."

Theodore gritted his teeth. "She knows everything."

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