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After donating a kidney to my best friend Kellan, the hospital suddenly informed me that my father's kidneys were failing and he needed an immediate transplant.
Fortunately, I was a match for my father. I immediately decided to donate my last kidney to him and use an artificial kidney myself.
Faced with the exorbitant surgery costs, I begged my fiancée for help. Instead, she kicked me out and then posted photos of her marriage certificate with Kellan on social media.
In my moment of desperation, my childhood sweetheart Sarah appeared with a top foreign medical team, offering to perform our surgeries for free.
But just as I opened my eyes, she regretfully told me that my father had suddenly developed a rejection reaction after the surgery and passed away.
As I was devastated with grief, Sarah presented me with 9,999 sunflowers, saying she was willing to be my lifelong sun, warming and caring for me.
Six years into our marriage, I accidentally overheard her conversation with her best friend:
"You gave Chris's last kidney to Kellan too? Then his father... No wonder he died with such resentment. How could you bear to do that?"
"I had no choice. Who told him to have two healthy kidneys that were so suitable for Kellan?""Kellan was already fine at that time, he didn't need another kidney transplant at all. You were just being excessive," Sarah said firmly.
"What if? I would never gamble with Kellan's health. Only by replacing all of Chris's kidneys with his can I feel at ease."

Love and Hate to the Bone

"Do you want to know what your dad looked like before he died? His eyes were as wide as a cow's, his teeth were clenched so hard they broke, and he kept calling out 'Chris, Chris...' He was dying himself, but still had the mind to worry about you. It's hilarious, really."


I widened my eyes in disbelief, unable to fathom how Kellan could be so despicable.


My body trembled uncontrollably. How could these people kill my father and still act so righteous?


I raised my hand high, but Kellan was quicker. He slashed his own arm with a dinner knife, then threw it at my feet and let out a piercing scream.


In the next second, I was forcefully shoved to the ground.


Sarah held Kellan in her arms and turned to yell at me:


Kellan's cut was shallow, barely breaking the skin.


The tiny trickle of blood had almost instantly dried up.


Yet Sarah was still panicking. She tore a strip from her expensive gown to bandage his arm.


Chapter 5