Chapter 305 Thoughtless Remarks
"Unless what?" asked Alexander Mitchell.
"Alex, first tell me the truth, do you really want to save me?"
"Of course, I do. Isabella, right now all I want is for you to be healthy. I'll do everything in my power to help you." He truly wanted to save her.
"Then why haven't you been able to find one?" Isabella Harrington thought about what that man had said today; the odds were too low, and she was terrified of dying.
She didn't want to perish alongside Ava Anderson. What she wanted was to live well and then to ensure that Ava Anderson went to hell, while she and Alex lived happily ever after, leaving those despicable people dying in envy.
"The heart is the scarcest resource in the transplant matching database; it's the hardest to find. Why must we wait passively?" Isabella Harrington said desperately, "You could look elsewhere!"
Alexander Mitchell frowned, "What do you mean by that?"
"Alex, you know about the underground businesses, right?" Isabella Harrington's eyes were full of anxiety and expectation, "If certain items can be traded on the black market, then so can hearts. It shouldn't be too hard for you to find a suitable heart for me."
If this man loved her, he would do whatever it took to help her.
He was wealthy, and finding some "professionals" to secure a heart for her should be easy, right?
Alexander Mitchell stared at Isabella Harrington, silent for a long stretch.
After hearing her request, he thought he had misunderstood, but seeing the earnestness in Isabella Harrington's eyes, he realized he had not. He understood what she meant.
"Isabella, you should rest now. I have some things to take care of, so I need to go."
His own wounds had not yet healed; his back ached faintly, especially after he had rushed to the hospital today and then accidentally bumped it. To top it off, he had to listen to Isabella's shocking words.
Seeing Alexander Mitchell's reaction, Isabella Harrington panicked, "Alex, what do you mean by that? Don't you want to help me find a heart?"
"I haven't said I don't want to help you. Before we find a suitable heart, you'll have the best medical resources to maintain your health. You'll be fine for now; just try to stay in a good mood."
After Alexander Mitchell tidied up the blanket around her, he turned to leave.
"Isabella," Alex Harrington grasped his wrist suspiciously, "Why do I feel like you're reluctant?"
"Reluctant about what?" Alexander Mitchell asked icily, "Reluctant to help you find a heart? Haven't I said I'm on it?"
"But you still haven't found one yet!" Isabella Harrington seemed oblivious to the fact that she was poking a hornet's nest.
"Alex, you know that the longer we wait, the worse it is for me. Have you ever thought of other ways to help me find one?"
She didn't want to die.
Anyone could die, but not her.
"Are you talking about going to those soulless criminals to buy a heart? A heart that might be from someone they kidnapped, knocked out, stuffed into a car, taken to some grimy backroom, cut open, and then disposed of without a trace? Is that what you're referring to?"
Isabella Harrington shuddered, panic-stricken, "Alex, that's not what I mean."
"Then what do you mean?" Alexander Mitchell countered.
"What I mean is... there must be suitable hearts in the black market, not all of them are victims, some are willing to sell!"
"Willing?" Alexander Mitchell suddenly laughed, dripping with sarcasm, "Who would willingly sell their heart to organ traffickers? To get the money to buy their own coffin?"
Alexander Mitchell was getting angry, although he wasn't showing it too obviously, but his eyes were aflame, and a burst of rage seemed imminent.
How could Isabella say something so foolish?
