The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 846

The force of the blow sent Heather crashing heavily against the corridor wall. A gleam of pure madness danced in her eyes; in that twisted moment, she actually believed her idea was brilliant.

"That's right! We carved out your brother's heart, but as long as you get my brother a new one, we can give it back! Then... then we'll be completely even!"

This time, Penelope didn't wait for Theodore. She lunged forward and delivered several stinging slaps across Heather's face.

"Norton is dead! He's dead! If you want us to be even, then give us his life back!"

Heather didn't struggle, didn't fight back, and didn't even try to dodge. She simply stood there, absorbing the blows, while a sickening smile crept onto her lips.

"Hit me. You can beat me to death, a life for a life. But if I die, you still have to save my brother!"

She had completely lost her mind.

She was entirely insane.

Over the next few days, Heath remained confined to his hospital bed.

It wasn't until his current phase of treatment was finished that Penelope returned to visit him. Heath was alone in the room, lying quietly, his gaze fixed intensely on the window.

The doctors had stated clearly that if he didn't receive a transplant, he would survive for barely a month.

"What are you looking at?" Penelope asked.

"Birds."

Penelope tilted her head and glanced outside. The sky was entirely empty.

"One just flew by."

"How many have you seen in total?"

"Three."

"Are you jealous of them?"

"It would be nice if I could fly out too."

"Fly out of where?"

"Out of this body."

"Why would you want to do that?"

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