Chapter 1

Six years after my death, my wife wanted me to donate my heart for her first love.

To force me to appear, she broke my father's leg, falsely accused my mother of theft, causing her to lose her livelihood.

She even threatened to disfigure my sister's face, which closely resembled mine, with a bottle of acid.

Just as she was waiting for me to kowtow and beg for mercy, agreeing to the surgery.

The doctor who had once operated on me found her with my medical records:

"Mr. Channing only had one heart, and it was donated to you six years ago."

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Amidst the heavy snowfall, Krista stared emotionlessly at the man wailing and begging on the ground. The continuously flowing blood reflected a cold gleam in her eyes:

"Considering our relationship as mother and son-in-law, if you tell me Edgar's whereabouts right now, I'll let you go. How about that?"

Her attitude was arrogant, the contempt in her eyes obvious.

As if she had completely forgotten that the person lying on the ground was once someone who had treated her like his own daughter.

Instead, he was just trash that could be discarded at will.

"Edgar, he can't come... Krista, please let me go..."

"What are you talking about? There's nothing to come! He's just too scared to show up because he's afraid I'll get revenge for what happened back then!"

Facing her father's refusal, Krista's anger ignited almost instantly.

With a face full of hatred, she settled old scores with her father, every word dripping with resentment towards me:

"If it wasn't for Edgar meddling and taking credit for something that wasn't his, how could Alec and I have missed out on so many years together!"

"It's only because Alec persuaded me not to seek revenge that you've had so many peaceful years!"

"Now, having your lying son donate his heart to Alec would be an honor for him! What right does he have not to come!"

I could see that when my father heard about those past events again, his cloudy eyes immediately darkened further, his tone filled with weariness and sorrow:

"It's not like that, Krista, back then......"

"What about back then? Edgar lied to me for so many years, and now it's your turn to start, is that it, Dad? Your family truly is a lineage of liars!"

"Fine, since you two have such a strong father-son bond and you insist on covering for him, I won't hold back anymore."

"You guys, break his legs. I don't believe his son won't show up if his dad's legs are broken!"Krista's expression turned vicious in an instant, and with a wave of her hand, more bodyguards stepped forward.

The dull thuds of blunt objects striking flesh echoed loudly, punctuated by Father's agonized screams, distorted by pain.

Yet Krista's lips curved into a smile, showing not a hint of heartache or hesitation.

Seeing Father's life hanging by a thread, my heart raced with panic. I rushed forward to shield him from the chaotic rain of clubs.

But in reality, as I lunged forward, I simply passed through Father's body.

It was then that I slowly remembered: I was already dead. I had been dead for six years.

My lingering soul could not save even a shred of my heart's desires. I collapsed in sobs, yet could only watch helplessly as Father's legs were beaten to a bloody pulp.

Large patches of red stained the snow-covered ground, turning it warm. Krista covered her nose, stepping back in disgust:

"Tell Edgar this is what happens to those who cross me."