Chapter 3

In less than half an hour, Lily was back.

She hugged Ethan, who was waiting for her in the hallway, breathlessly saying:

"Ethan, you're finally going to be okay."

Hearing this, Ethan's eyes also reddened as he said:

"Lily, if it weren't for you, I'd rather give up this heart..."

Hearing this, Lily hugged Ethan tighter and couldn't help kissing him lightly before solemnly saying, "Don't worry, I'll definitely divorce Adam."

"I... I only married him because I was angry at you in the first place."

When this widely known fact came from Lily's own lips, my heart still couldn't help but ache.

So this was how much she loved Ethan.

So after five years, I still hadn't been able to melt this iceberg.

While I was lost in thought, Lily had already comforted Ethan and told him to prepare for surgery. She then went into the operating room with Andy.

For Lily, harvesting a heart was a simple procedure she could do with her eyes closed.

But when she saw the blood-covered body on the operating table, she still couldn't help but frown:

"Andy, why didn't you clean him up before bringing him here?"

Andy froze, too nervous to look at Lily.

In the end, he could only stammer, "Dr. Lu, Mr. Song's donor was so hard to find."

"And isn't this to ensure the heart stays fresh?"

Hearing this, Lily said no more. She reached out to take the scalpel Andy handed her.

Just as she was about to make the incision, she paused again.

I followed her gaze and realized Lily was looking at my hand. On the ring finger of my left hand, a diamond ring was stained with dark red blood.

I had designed this ring myself and had made a matching women's wedding band for Lily when we got married.

But she had disdainfully locked it away in a drawer and never taken it out again.

"Dr. Lu, what's wrong?" Andy looked at her in confusion.

Lily shook her head, but when she spoke again, her voice carried a hint of pity.

"What a pity. His husband must be devastated," she said as she cut open my chest cavity.

Andy stood beside her, handing her tools while replying:

"And after examination, this gentleman also had cancer."

"It really is quite sad."

This time Lily didn't respond, but the atmosphere in the operating room became even heavier than before.

I watched her from afar, suddenly remembering how last winter I had come down with a terrible fever. I was so weak I couldn't even get out of bed. Lily was home at the time, but she was only focused on her own work.

I burned with fever all night until I was finally rushed to the hospital. The doctors said I had nearly died.

But when I woke up, the first thing Lily did was berate me.

"You're a grown man! Couldn't you have said something if you weren't feeling well?!" She glared at me, her eyes full of anger. "Or were you just trying to use this to get my attention?"

At the time, I was too weak to argue with her. She had clearly told me not to bother her even if I wasn't feeling well.

I had listened to her so obediently, so why was she still angry?

And now Lily could feel sympathy for a complete stranger, so why had she been so cold to me, her husband of five years?