Isaac Huxley didn't want to waste words with Lily Donovan. "Come back to Valengard with me. The operating room is ready."
Lily Donovan, her face pale and her eyes red-rimmed, shook her head. "I won't... Isaac, I don't want to lose my eyes. I'm begging you."
Isaac Huxley gave her a deep look, then his lips curled into a sudden smile. "There is another way. Help me steal the Donovan Family's confidential files, and we'll use your sister's corneas instead."
He hadn't forgotten that audacious girl who had stood in his way and torn up the donation form. It wasn't as simple as tearing up a piece of paper; she was slapping him in the face, challenging him.
And there were only two kinds of people who dared to provoke him like that: those who were above him, and those he sent to their graves.
Upon hearing this, Lily Donovan looked at Isaac Huxley in disbelief. "Use my sister's?"
