"Mr. Barrett, this was from your ex-wife, saying she wished you a happy wedding!"
The assistant, Jacob, whose expression was a bit solemn, silently handed over the package.
He opened the package, which contained three documents:
The first one was a consent form for the donation of corneas and kidneys;
The second was a report from Washington Hospital on advanced brain cancer;
The third again was a pregnancy test issued by a Washington hospital.
He shuddered as he turned the last page of the document, all the signatures were hers...
"I'll sign the divorce papers, but I need you to promise me three things."
"First, will you smile at me? A real smile."
Andrew Barrett's slightly impatient face froze abruptly, and Jacob froze as well.
"Second, call me 'sweetie' or 'honey', like a husband to a wife."
Jacob had never seen such a simple request before, and at the same time, his heart overflowed with sourness because it was too simple, yet the man she was asking said coldly and stiffly:
"I can't."
Harper Flynn was at peace with herself because Andrew had let her down too many times, so even if she could not get whatever she wanted from him, she could also easily give up.
"Third, let me hug you. Then, I'll sign right away."
Harper reached out her hand, but the man's body remained tightly shut, standing there like a log.
At that moment, Jacob answered a phone call and his eyes lit up.
"Mr. Barrett, Dr. Chambers said that your cornea transplant is ahead of schedule and can be done at the same time as Ms. Wang's kidney transplant."
Within a short time, the three of them entered three separate adjoining operating rooms.
Harper lay on a cold operating table, with her hands resting on her abdomen, her eyes gently closed.
Baby, mommy wanted to hold out for you, but mommy was useless and couldn't hold out until you were born.
Her brain tumor was malignant, with a low success rate for surgery, and she once thought rather than die on the operating table, she'd rather be in pain and opt for conservative treatment. At least this way, she could still spend more time with Andrew.
But now, she was tired, so she'd have to take the baby with her.
At the same time, the red light came on in all three operating rooms.
In the door in the center, doctors removed fresh kidneys and corneas in vessels and stepped into the left and right door.
Jacob, who was waiting outside, watched in horror. Didn't Harper only donate kidneys?
Why would any doctor still come out holding a clear cornea and then walk into that operating room of Mr. Barrett's?!
Did...
Suddenly, from the center operating room came the doctor's panicked yell, "No! Cardiac arrest, how did this happen?"
Jacob was sweating profusely, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground, muttering: "Mr. Barrett, you'll regret it, you'll definitely regret it..."
A month later, Andrew, who had regained his sight, did not see Harper show up.
He took out his phone and finally dialed the number.
It took a long time for the other side to answer. Andrew was a little impatient and spoke sharply: "Harper, hurry over and take your stuff away. It's taking up space!"
There was an "uh-huh" and a hang-up.
How long it took, he didn't know, but there was the sound of a door being pushed behind him.
"Mr. Barrett, I've come to pack up Harper's belongings for her."
The visitor was holding a picture frame in his arms, and the person in the black and white photo was clearly Harper!

Love and Nothing More

During the Christmas holiday, the streets were deserted, and Andrew felt restless at home, not knowing what to do. He called Henry to go out for a walk, but that man said he had a date with a beautiful girl.


"Girlfriend? When are you going to introduce her officially?"


Andrew flipped through his contacts, unsure who to call, everything seemed uninteresting. He used to be a playboy, but


In just over two years, he had developed the habit of staying at home like a hermit, with a young body and a heart weakened by despair.


He picked up Harper's diary from the side, he could recite its contents backwards, but still, he habitually took it out to read. This was something that could sustain his breathing.


Andrew caressed the handwriting, lightly chuckled, "I can live without you. But just not very well."


Chapter 27