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The thugs were stunned. They looked at each other, then took my memorial tablet and left.
I watched my mother and sister collapse on the floor, my heart aching. If it weren’t for me, they wouldn’t have to endure the neighbors‘ gossip or live in fear like this.
When the thugs brought my memorial tablet back, James was trying on wedding suits with Vanessa.
Vanessa was hiding in the changing room, her hand covering the phone receiver, her voice sweet and coy.
“Honey, don’t be naughty. I’ll come over tonight, just be patient.”
“Oh come on, I’m just playing along. That blind fool has made so much money, we should get our share.”
“Alright, I love you most. Gotta go now.”
Vanessa quickly hung up as James approached.
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Vanessa quickly hung up as James approached.
I cursed Vanessa silently. I knew she didn’t truly love James.
I couldn’t help but admit that James looked incredibly handsome in a suit. My eyes welled up with tears, realizing that the place beside the bride should have been mine.
But thinking about how James was about to marry Vanessa, my heart ached with countless pinpricks of pain.
“Mr. Foster, Lily Adams… she really is dead,” the head thug said, handing James my memorial tablet.
Although James reached out, he couldn’t grip it steadily.
My memorial tablet fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
“What’s wrong?” Vanessa came to James’s side, looking confused.
“It’s nothing. I’m not feeling well today. I won’t be able to accompany you, James said, then rushed out of the bridal shop, completely unlike his dsual composed CEO demeanor.
He drove his sports car, pushing it to 180 mph, constantly trying to call me.
Inevitably, all calls went to a disconnected number.
If James had called me three years ago, things wouldn’t be like this now.
“Lily, answer the phone! You’re just tricking me, right?” James shouted into his phone, leaving voice messages on my social media. His voice was hoarse, almost manic.
I’m already dead.
Why does James still think I’m deceiving him even now?
I died in the year I loved him most.
Finally, James went to the hospital where I had passed away.
“How did patient Lily Adams die three years ago?” he demanded of the doctor.
The doctor looked at James with annoyance. “That was so long ago, I can’t remember
“Find out! Or I’ll shut this hospital down in a minute!” James shouted, his voice rising.
People passing by all turned to look.
Perhaps seeing that James was well–dressed and not someone to be trifled with, the doctor quickly went to the archives to retrieve my records.
James stood at the door, and I could see his hands trembling uncontrollably.
After a while, the doctor came out with my medical records and files, looking at James with confusion.
“Are you the cornea recipient patient from back then?”
James seemed to snap, grabbing my medical records, trying to find something different in them.
Until he reached the donor signature at the end, which was clearly in my handwriting, his body completely slumped.
“How is this possible?”
How could it not be possible?
“You should try to find closure. Ms. Adams was in the late stages of liver cancer. The fact that you received her donation and regained your
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sight is a blessing in the MIDST OF MISTortune, the doctor consoled James.
But James’s eyes were vacant, not really hearing the doctor’s words.
James left the hospital with my medical records and files, looking lost.
