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I felt suffocated, staring at James in disbelief. Only then did I notice the diamond ring on his finger.
A heartbreaking pain spread through my entire being.
If I had known that the corneas I donated to James would be claimed by an imposter, I wouldn’t have died so quietly.
But it was too late now.
James absent–mindedly looked out the car window, gripping his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white.
I could see that the phone displayed the last message I had sent him.
[I wish you happiness.]
That was the message I sent to James with my last moments of sight before donating my corneas.
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I had been following James for a long time now, so long that I had lost track of time.
It seemed that after death, my sense of time had become vague.
“Still haven’t found her?” James looked up at his assistant from his desk in the office, his eyes full of impatience.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Foster. We’ve been searching for a week, but there’s no trace of Lily Adams,” the assistant said, hanging his head.
“Useless! All of you are useless! How hard is it to find one woman? I refuse to believe she’s vanished into thin air! Keep looking! Even if she’s dead, dig her up from the grave!”
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James threw the documents in his hand, his eyes bloodshot.
Yes, to find me now, they’d have to dig me up from the grave.
Why was he so obsessed with finding me?
He seemed so happy now.
“Oh, right,” James called his assistant back just as he was about to leave.
“Since you can’t find Lily Adams, go put some pressure on her family.”
As he said this, a dark look flashed across James’s eyes.
I had a bad feeling about this and hurried back home.
I had underestimated James’s speed. By the time I got back, our home had been trashed.
My aging mother was kneeling on the ground, trembling. One of the thugs was pressing a baseball bat against her forehead.
“Old lady, where’s your daughter? If you don’t tell us, do you want to end up begging on the streets?”
Seeing the mess in our home, my heart was wrenched.
My sister, furious beyond words, stood up and grabbed my memorial tablet, throwing it in front of the thug.
“My sister is dead! She died three years ago! Why don’t you ask your boss where he got his corneas from! My sister never wronged anyone, except for being too good to him!”
My sister’s voice was hoarse and choked with tears.
