Chapter 703 - How Hard-Hearted (2/2)

A little girl asked. The voice was a little familiar to Song Wan, but she could not put a finger on whose it was. Children’s voices often sounded rather similar even between genders.

Guo’er propped her face up as she sat in her wheelchair.

“Guo’er wants to help Brother earn a lot of money. That way, he can go to school and not suffer anymore. He would not have to save his candy for me every time.”

Not every child believed in the fairy tales that the adults told them. Guo’er, for example, understood some things but chose to ignore them herself.

The other girl bent down and said something. Guo’er smiled when she heard it before the girl ran away.

Song Wan was about to leave, but for some reason, she walked over and squatted down next to Guo’er.

“Are you a child from here?” she asked, looking at Guo’er’s leg. The child only had one leg, and she sat in a wheelchair, which made her seem extra small.

“Hi, Granny, I am. My brother and I are both children from the orphanage,” Guo’er replied.

Song Wan stood up and wanted to leave, but she gripped her hand tightly and held in her sense of guilt.

“You want to give your brother a better life?”

“En.” Guo’er nodded.

“What if Granny could help you achieve it?”

“Really?” Guo’er tugged on Song Wan’s sleeve. “Can Granny really help and give Guo’er a lot of money?”

“Yes, I can.” Song Wan smiled stiffly. “I can, but Granny needs something from Guo’er’s body.”

As she spoke, she felt a devil’s arm reaching towards her and gripping her neck. She felt like she was unable to breathe. She did not even know what she was saying or doing, but the words just flowed out of her mouth naturally.

“What does Granny need from Guo’er? Can it be grown out?” The child naively thought that it was replaceable, just like her leg, which her brother had said would grow out.

“Of course.” Song Wan smiled stiffly. She placed her hand on the child’s hair. The child was a little like Rainy. Rainy had such soft hair, too. Could she do something like this?

However, when she thought of Chu Xiang who was suffering and on the brink of death in the hospital, she hardened her heart.

She told herself that she only wanted one. Even though it would not grow out, that would not be a problem at all. The doctor had said that. Her Xiang Xiang would only have one kidney in the future.

“Guo’er, will you promise Granny?” She felt like a cannibalistic witch luring a child into her trap.

“Guo’er promises.” The child smiled, unaware of the danger. She reached out her pinky. “Granny, can we pinky-promise? Granny has to promise to give Guo’er a lot of money, to let Brother go to school and learn to draw, okay?”

“Okay, Granny promises you,” Song Wan replied. She felt awful, but she resolved herself to it as she committed the child’s name to her memory. It was Guo’er.