Her Cold Heart: Left to Rot in the Dark
Language: en
I gasped, my body convulsing in agonizing pain on the cold floor. I begged and cried, pleading with my own sister to stop, but all I got in return was her freezing, disgusted glare. "Jonah has a weak heart," Evelyn snapped, her voice devoid of any warmth. "As his brother, what's wrong with giving him yours? It's just a simple heart transfer." She locked me in the dark basement, completely indifferent to my agony. She turned around and showered Jonah with the utmost tenderness and care. "Are you feeling better, Jonah? If that useless trash’s heart doesn't suit you, don't worry. I will…