Chapter 2

Adrian Foster had become an exceptionally skilled doctor. Over the years, he had established his own private hospital and become a rising star in the medical field.

However, he seemed to have never truly smiled during these years, except when dealing with patients. To everyone else, he was cold and distant, maintaining an unapproachable demeanor.

But in my memories, he was so different.

When I first met Adrian, he was at his lowest point. I pulled him out of that dark place, only to push him back in when he was at his peak.

He spent years searching for me, to no avail.

Now, he remained alone.

When I was alive, I had been working hard to become an excellent lawyer, fulfilling my childhood dream. Back then, I firmly believed that good deeds would be rewarded and evil punished.

After my death, my soul couldn't leave, lingering around those familiar to me.

I watched as Jack, pale-faced, slowly gathered my belongings and... what was left of me, entrusted to him by my mother.

Even though my body was in such a state, Jack remained loyal. He took photos of my incomplete remains with his phone.

"Lily, I'm going to take you to see him," he said.

For years, I had been hiding. My parents had aged overnight, moving from place to place with me. Now that I was gone, they were struggling mentally.

The only one still holding on, still fighting, was Jack.

Adrian returned home late at night. Someone was standing under the streetlight in front of his villa.

He wasn't interested and drove past. Just as his car was about to enter the parking lot, the figure appeared again.

The man looked haggard, hardly resembling a young person.

"Who are you?" Adrian asked, maintaining his distance from this unexpected visitor.

Jack, looking bitter, took out his phone and showed him the horrifying photos.

"Mr. Foster, I know you're a gifted surgeon," he said. "If you're willing to help, I'll pay any price."

Adrian sneered. "Why should I help?"

"You know I'm a surgeon, not a mortician."

He glanced at the photos on the phone with disgust before looking away.

Jack's expression became panicked. "Dr. Foster, you know Lily Thompson."

Hearing my name, his cold facade finally cracked.

"This person... has a significant connection to Lily Thompson."

As he finished speaking, Adrian finally took a closer look at the photo.

Having spent so many years with me, how could he not recognize my face?

His eyes darkened, and his expression became frantic.