The Woman From Hell
Chapter 1485

"Like I told you earlier, if you transfer Munchkin's guardianship and custody rights to me, then similarly, I'll donate my bone marrow to Munchkin, save his life, and guarantee a far more superior living

environment for him in the future. It's fair and square."

He put down his glass. "But now you want to know my identity and future plans. That doesn't justify it."

"I can tell that you're a man of renowned status. I don't understand why you would speak of fairness with quantity?"

That was simply absurd.

I began to question loudly, "You turned up for no reason and offered so many things in such a short period of time. Clearly, you've been watching us for a long time, but we don't know about your existence. Do you think that's fair to us?"

I simply could not understand why he had never looked for Munchkin if he was his relative. Why must he use Munchkin's life as a threat at this crucial moment to take him back? Could a man like that even protect Munchkin in the future?

"Right now, you're using Munchkin's life to force me to hand over his future. That's your so-called fairness?"

The other party took a sip of the juice in an unhurried manner. "If you think it's unfair, Mrs. Grant, think about your child on the sick bed."

Even with great patience, all I wanted to do now was to tear the smile on his face to shreds.

"You can doubt my intentions, but how well is Munchkin doing in your imagination, Mrs. Grant? Can he still jump around freely like other children? He can't even walk out of the hospital himself."

Alex's words infuriated me greatly. I was shaking. I did not need him to remind me of these things as I knew them better than he.

"Allow me to remind you that the probability of curing leukemia is inherently low. What Munchkin has is acute leukemia, so the child's life is fading with every second of our discussion.

Please think twice, Mrs. Grant."

He then maneuvered his wheelchair toward the kitchen. I sat alone in the living room to rethink what he just said.

When he returned, a black-clad female servant followed behind him with milk and dessert in her hands.

"What do you think about the proposal I just made, Mrs. Grant?" The other party was extremely arrogant. He seemed to think that he had gotten a hold on me.

I looked at the food in front of me and sneered. "Have you perhaps forgotten about what I said earlier, Mr. Hodds?"

The other party was stunned. I knew he remembered.

"Mr. Hodds, raising a child isn't just about ensuring he's happy in the present. I need to think about his future as well. This is my obligation as a mother. As for you, why don't you reconsider my proposal earlier instead?"

I reversed our roles. "If you're truly Munchkin's relative and can be responsible for his future, then maybe I'll actually sign it."

The other party clearly did not expect me to say that.

I had thought it through on my way here. I felt heartbroken to see Munchkin suffer, but I would never agree to this unfair gamble no matter what.

There was only one way available to me right now, which was to bet and see if this paternity report was genuine and whether Alex still had humanity.

"Like you said, you'll guarantee Munchkin's quality of life in the future, but if you have no plans of saving him now, then how can he possibly have a life in the future, let alone a high-quality one?"