After that, I deliberately asked the people at the organ donation center again, “Oh, right. After the organs are donated, can the remaining body be used as specimens for research? My husband is a very kind person, he is willing to donate everything he has.”
After hearing what I said, Foster's face turned dark and then white, his body was much paler than before, but suddenly his face turned red in anger. He was simply out of control.
I also knew that Foster used a special anesthetic on Erwin. Although he was in a coma at that time, his senses were still very sensitive and he could hear all our conversations.
Well, I really wanted him to hear enough.
Let him have a good taste of what it felt like to be at the gates of hell and jumping around in front of the King of Hell.
Foster got anxious and rushed over to stop me, wishing he could tie me up with a rope.
“No, sister-in-law. I am sure you won't be able to explain to his mother when the time comes.”
He was almost going crazy, fearing that he would really be stabbed in the back and end Erwin's life. Because, if it really happened, his sister would have a miserable life for the rest of her life.