"Catherine, marry me."
When Randy said those words, he was holding me in his arms.
"Name your price. No matter how much money you want, I'll give it to you."
He continued, "Even your mother's kidney donor, I'll help you find one."
"Ha." I let out a mocking laugh.
"If you give my mother a kidney, what about your uncle?"
All these years, I had been searching for the murderer.
A year ago, he was diagnosed with uremia. Just like my mother, he desperately needed a kidney transplant.
Randy looked at me. For the first time, I saw a sadness in his eyes that I had never seen before.
"I waited for you for six years. I can't wait any longer..."
Randy's voice grew softer and softer.
How ridiculous. Our relationship had started as nothing more than a game to him. So why was he pretending now
