Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore)
Chapter 302

Just as Cynthia was about to scream, the man pulled out a knife and traced the edge of it lightly with his fingers.

"Slitting your throat open only takes a second. Scream if you don't believe me."

Cynthia swallowed her scream, her eyes wide as she began to panic.

"Who are you?! I'm telling you, I'm no ordinary person! If you dare to lay a finger on me, I guarantee you'll pay a heavy price! Theo won't let you go!"

"Where is he, then?" The man looked around, puzzled. "Why are you alone in the ward, feeling so angry that you want to drag someone else to hell? Well, at least you're self-aware. You know you deserve to go to hell."

"You..." Cynthia was so furious that her heart nearly stopped. "What do you want?!"

The man put away the knife. "There's no need to panic, Miss Zeller. I'm here to make a deal with you. Like I said, we can be friends. We don't have to be enemies."

Cynthia didn't remember knowing someone like this strange man. Judging from his words, he seemed to know Theodore.

"What do you mean? What do you want?" she demanded.

The man took a step forward and sat on the bed.

Cynthia was immediately frightened. "Stay away from me!"

"What are you afraid of? If I wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead."

She clutched the blanket. "Just spit it out."

"Miss Zeller, I know you have a heart condition. Unfortunately, there are too many people waiting for a heart transplant. Even if a suitable heart is found, it'll be given to people who need it more urgently than you. You look like you can last another year or so. By that time, if you still can't replace a heart donor, who knows if you'll survive or not?"

"Theo will replace a way to get me a heart! He told me that I'm at the top of the transplant list. Don't try to scare me!"

"Really?"

The man laughed.

"Miss Zeller, you're quite optimistic. Let me tell you a fact. In our country, very few people sign organ donation agreements. Not to mention, these good-hearted people must die unexpectedly, and their organs must be usable. If they die of old age-say, around eighty or ninety-their organs would be useless even if they wanted to donate them. And even if someone does die unexpectedly, the chances of a successful match are extremely low."

The more Cynthia listened, the more anxious she became.

Yet, she argued stubbornly, "Theo will raise my chances. He's rich, and he can look for a heart anywhere in the world!"

The man roared with laughter.

"Aren't you naïve, Miss Zeller? Every country has a long list of patients waiting for heart transplants. Even if Theodore replaces a match abroad, the heart, once removed from the donor, can only be stored for eight hours no matter how well it's preserved. Beyond that, it's useless!" "With how advanced technology is today, there must be a better way to preserve the heart and extend its life," Cynthia retorted angrily. "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"You wouldn't be stupid enough to think you could get a donor heart and successfully undergo a transplant otherwise," the man said indifferently. "Do you know how low the chances are of replaceing a suitable heart and having a successful operation?"

"I know it's low, but people who don't get it are ordinary people. I'm not some commoner. I'm Mrs. Spencer, the mistress of SK Enterprise!" Cynthia shot back.