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“Irene, I need your heart to buy Amaris more time.”
Bound to the surgical gurney in the basement, Irene Jackson finally saw through Dorian Barnes’s mask, after four years of love.
His pursuit, his pampering, those grandiose declarations… all calculated moves to harvest her heart for his childhood sweetheart, Amaris Sullivan.
“Hate me?” Wiping away the tears from the corners of Irene’s eyes, Dorian sneered.
“Blame your worthless life. No parents‘ love. And dumb enough to sever ties with the Jackson family.
“You’re like a lapdog. Toss you a bone, and you’d thump your tail for eternity.
“Giving your heart to Amaris? At least your death serves a purpose.”
At that moment, a delicate woman in a hospital gown walked over to Dorian.
Looking all innocent, she cheerfully said to Irene, “Irene, thank you for raising a healthy heart for me. You’re a big hero, and Dorian and I will be grateful to you forever.”
“Amaris, why waste words on her?”
Dorian kissed Amaris’s forehead and gently coaxed, “Be good, lie down on the bed. When you wake up, it’ll be your new life.”
Watching the despicable couple kiss right in front of her, Irene shed tears of regret, her eyes closing finally.
In her
rage and regret, she died.
The next day, a news report caught the attention of netizens.
[Yesterday, a helicopter crashed in Lilac Valley. The pilot and a female passenger were confirmed dead. It’s been verified that the passenger was Irene, fiancée of Dorian Barnes, CEO of the Barnes group…]
The article was accompanied by a paparazzi shot.
In the photo, Dorian was kneeling at the crash site, hugging the remains of his fiancée, crying his eyes out.
This image was later voted the most heartbreaking photo of the year.
After that, Dorian turned into a workaholic, rejecting any woman’s advances.
The whole city praised him as a devoted lover.
Everyone believed Irene’s death was an accident, but the youngest medical genius, Austin Jackson, suspected there were many suspicious points in his elder sister’s death.
After all, Irene had a fear of heights. It didn’t make sense that she suddenly went to take a sightseeing helicopter alone.
The Jackson brothers worked together to investigate Irene’s death, but all met with accidental deaths….
Four years later, with the encouragement of elders and friends, Dorian married his high school classmate Amaris.
After marriage, the couple was the envy of many.
Soon, they had a daughter, naming her Irene, after the name of Dorian’s former fiancée.
The couple named their daughter this to commemorate the late Miss Irene Jackson,
This spread, and everyone praised Amaris for being virtuous and generous, and Dorian loyal and righteous.
R/T
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Guess it was her obsession that ran deep, but after Irene’s death, she became a wisp of lingering soul, hovering within 20 feet of Dorian all these years.
Watching helplessly as Dorian and Amaris stepped over her remains to reach the pinnacle of life and become the model couple, Irene deeply regretted.
“Dear God, please give me another chance!” she pleaded.
If she could do it all over again, she vowed to make Dorian and Amaris pay for their blood debt and to protect her family.
“Miss? Wake up; it’s time to remove the needle.”
Irene was woken by the nurse, feeling like she had traveled through time.
The nurse pressed an alcohol swab on Irene’s hand, kindly reminding her, “Miss, you have low blood sugar. Remember not to go jogging on an empty stomach.
“You don’t know, the forest park where you jog had a sexual assault and dumping case just two days ago. You’re lucky to have
net Mr. Tucker, otherwise…
Listening to the girl’s chatter, Irene took the opportunity to glance around the hospital room, realizing she had truly been brought back to a year ago.
At this time, her body was a bit weak, with low immunity, and Dorian had made her an exercise plan.
She was naive, thinking Dorian really loved her and wanted her to have a healthy body.
In fact, Dorian only loved the healthy, vibrant heart in her body.
That was his precious treasure’s life–saving device.
Irene gathered her thoughts and asked the nurse, “Who is Mr. Tucker?”
In her previous life, Irene had also fainted, but she only called Dorian to report her safety after waking up, and all the follow- up was handled by him.
Therefore, she hadn’t met the kind Mr. Tucker.
The nurse spoke with reverence. “It’s Mr. Jeremy Tucker
Jeremy Tucker? Dorian’s terminally ill little uncle, who died young but was incredibly wealthy? Irene wondered
Thanking the nurse, she didn’t inform anyone and left the hospital alone.
As she was waiting for a ride, a white Land Rover emerged from the underground garage, stopping in front of her smoothly.
A middle–aged man polled his head out of the passenger seat, asking her with concern, “Ms. Jackson, are you checking out? Why not stay for another day?”
Seeing the familiar face; Irene was a bit surprised. “Mr. Bell?”
Aiden Bell was Jeremy’s personal bodyguard. A retired special forces soldier, he’d saved Jeremy’s life multiple times and was highly valued by him.
‘Aiden’s car is here, does that mean Jeremy is also in it?” Irene thought to herself.
Too chicken to knock on the rear window, she bent down to ask Aiden, “Mr. Bell, how’s Mr. Tucker lately?”
Aiden never revealed his employer’s health info to outsiders, so he gave an official reply. “Same old, same old.”
“I heard from the nurse that after I fainted this morning. Mr. Tucker kindly sent me to the hospital and paid for my treatment, Irene went on.
“Do you know when Mr. Tucker’s off? I’d like to visit him personally to say thanks.”
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Aiden instinctively glanced at the person in the back, who was resting with his eyes closed. Just as he was about to make an excuse to refuse Irene, he heard the sound of the window lowering.
“Irene.” Jeremy’s voice was clear and refreshing, like frost in the depths of winter–cold yet pristine.
Although Irene was Dorian’s girlfriend, she had only met Jeremy a few times, and their conversations had been very limited
Hearing him call her by her name suddenly made Irene a bit dazed.
Looking into Jeremy’s cold, emotionless eyes, she felt a tightening sensation on her scalp.
“Uncle Jeremy,” Irene always called him that, following Dorian’s lead.
Jeremy’s gaze swept over Irene’s chest briefly before he suddenly asked, “Does Dorian know about your issue with low blood sugar?”
Dorian did know.
But Irene said, ‘I can’t remember if I ever told him.”
Then tell him,” Jeremy said, his voice devoid of emotion.
He was a very refined gentleman. Seeing Irene alone, he added, “It’s hard to get a cab around here. Should I have Aiden arrange someone to take you back?”
Irene quickly declined, “No, thanks. My ride is almost here. Thanks again for this morning. Uncle Jeremy.”
Jeremy’s voice was calm. Just a small favor. Don’t mention it.”
Even after his car had driven off, Irene stood on the roadside, unable to snap out of it
Every time Jeremy saw her, he always acted like a cold, composed elder. Turned out, he could also be caring.
Honestly, Jeremy was really a great guy.
Family background, looks, and capabilities–he’d got it all.
With his conditions, he could find any kind of wife, have as many kids as he wanted.
But he remained unmarried his whole life, dying alone, and left all his assets to Dorian, that ungrateful nephew of his.
Story as old as time–only the good die young. The assholes? They fossilized.
