Chapter 3

On the way to the hospital, I casually mentioned,

"After the surgery, I won't be able to work for a long time. Without money, I'll be in a bad mood."

My mother-in-law, who had a sullen face the whole way, retorted without kindness.

"Didn't you just get two houses worth over ten million? How can you have no money?"

"Then should I sell the houses?"

I pretended to get out to sell the houses.

My mother-in-law rolled her eyes in exasperation.

My husband quickly appeased me, "I still have a credit card, I'll give it to you when we get back."

Only then did I sit back, satisfied.

When we arrived at the hospital, they flanked me, afraid I would run away.

Sigh, their vision is too narrow. This is just the beginning.

In the office, they kept their eyes fixed on me.

The doctor, seeing their urgency, repeatedly confirmed if I was volunteering.

Seeing Declan and his mother's tense expressions, I paused.

Until their faces darkened, ready to hit me, I said I was volunteering.

The doctor instructed me to rest and keep calm for the pre-surgery examination in a few days.

I agreed to everything.

Once the signing was complete, they were finally relieved.

Back home, I immediately asked my husband for the money.

Since the houses were already given, he saw no point in making me unhappy over the money and handed it over willingly.

Happy, I used the excuse of being unable to go out a few days before surgery to go shopping with my best friend.

I spent over a million on the credit card in one day.

Declan called many times, but I didn’t answer.

Leisurely, I took my spoils and had hot pot with my best friend before heading back.

On the couch, Declan was suppressing his anger.

"Where did you go? Why didn't you answer my calls?"

"I bought some things," I replied nonchalantly, kicking off my shoes and slipping into comfy slippers.

"Lin Wei, I'd like to know, what did you buy that cost over a million?" he asked angrily.

The Turner family is modestly wealthy, running a company that makes a few million a year.

Over the years, they've accumulated assets worth tens of millions.

Spending so much in one day made him feel the pinch.

"Jewelry!"

I waved the shopping bags.

"Didn’t you say before the wedding that you didn’t have time to buy anything, and we could buy it after? I happened to have time today."

He was speechless.

Before the wedding, he kept saying he was busy and promised to go shopping with me later.

In my last life, until my death, I never received anything.

The Turner Family is moderately wealthy, owning a company that earns millions each year.

Over the years, they have accumulated assets worth tens of millions. Although I spent a large amount in a single day, he still felt the financial strain.

"Jewelry!" I said, holding up the shopping bag.

"Didn't you say before our marriage that there was no time to buy it, and that we could go shopping after the wedding? I just had some time today, so I went ahead and bought it."

He was at a loss for words. Before the wedding, he always used the excuse of being busy, promising to go with me afterward. In my previous life, I never received anything until the day I died.

"Oh, by the way, Mom said to give me the jewelry she set aside for me. I bought a safe, and it would look nice to keep them together," I added, as if reminded.

In my previous life, my mother-in-law pretended to care for me, saying she was worried I'd lose the jewelry she gave me at the wedding, so she took it all back. I thought I wouldn't wear it anyway, so it was fine if she kept it, and I even thanked her for her thoughtfulness.

Later, I realized she just didn't want me to have it. After all, I was just a tool to them, and once I donated my liver, my role was complete. How could they possibly let me spend more money?

This family was always deceiving me. Afraid of upsetting me and affecting the liver donation for her daughter, my mother-in-law reluctantly gave me the jewelry, but couldn't help but remind me, "You've got the house, spent the money, now you should be willing to undergo the transplant surgery. Go to the hospital for the pre-surgery examination tomorrow."

I casually agreed. There would be quite the scene for them tomorrow.

4.

The next morning, I went to the hospital.

My mother-in-law thought I had run off and frantically searched everywhere. I only called them after ten o'clock to tell them where I was. When they arrived, breathless, I handed them a test result.

"This surgery might not be possible."

At the hospital, they stared incredulously at my test result. My mother-in-law's hands trembled as she held the thin paper that read: early pregnancy.

"What about Nora?" she shouted anxiously at her son.

Declan Turner looked at me, troubled, and without a moment's hesitation, said, "Cora, we can have children in the future, but my sister can't wait. The donation agreement is signed; only you can save her now."

Who says signing means I have to donate? I can still back out, right? Though it's not ideal, the person I'm meant to save isn't good either. In my previous life, I felt sorry for that sister and took good care of her. But she always knew their family's plan. When her condition worsened, she claimed I refused to save her, accusing me of deliberately donating a bad liver. Even on her deathbed, she cursed me. Why should I save such an ungrateful person?

"I need to think about it," I said, and quickly left the hospital.

Back home, they took turns trying to convince me, but I remained unmoved, acting determined to keep the child. I moved out of their house and into the property he transferred to me.

Seeing my determination, Declan agreed to find another way. He said he was worried about my safety while living alone during pregnancy and came to take me back, promising not to pressure me to donate my liver to his sister anymore. He would find another solution.

A few days later, I found out about his plan.

The car I often drove was in a car accident.