"You..." The short-haired woman was trembling all over with anger.
"What? Look, being relatives and all, it's already quite generous of me to offer you five million. Don't forget your mother's heart condition. Now that you finally have a donor, if you miss this chance because you can't afford it, who knows when the next opportunity will come? Or maybe you want to risk a bypass surgery?" The woman sneered, her face full of mockery.
"You're threatening me with my mother's life, are you even human?" the short-haired woman shouted loudly, tears unknowingly streaming down her cheeks.
"Hmph, let me tell you, whatever I set my sights on will eventually end up in my hands. If you don't sell to me today, you'll sell to me sooner or later, and by then, you might not even see my million." The woman raised an eyebrow, speaking with schadenfreude.
