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Melody was at home celebrating her childhood sweetheart Levi's birthday. To prevent me from interrupting them, she deliberately called to trick me and our daughter into going to a ski resort thirty miles away.
Heavy snowfall blocked the mountain roads, and I froze to death there.
On the day she regained her sight, she finally remembered that I had been tricked into going to the ski resort.
"Still throwing a tantrum with me, what a big man with such a small heart."
Later, when Levi was in a car accident and needed Rh-negative blood, she began desperately searching for me.
She even drained our daughter's blood to save her childhood sweetheart.
Our daughter, barely clinging to life, held her hand and said:
"Mom, Dad died a long time ago. Your cornea was donated by him!"

Donating a Cornea to My Wife

She was drugged and spent the night with me, later giving birth to Harmony.


So, all these years, I've been trying to make amends to her.


In the end, I even risked my life for it.


It's laughable how my attempts at compensation meant nothing to her.


Perhaps the heavens finally took pity, and Levi got into a car accident.


The car crashed into the guardrail, with shards of glass embedding themselves into Levi's arms and body.


"The patient has RH negative blood, and we don't have enough in the hospital's blood bank!"


"I know someone with the same blood type, just give me a moment."


Because both Levi and I have RH negative blood.


Melody sat outside the operating room, endlessly trying to call me.


My phone was long buried under that heavy snowfall.


Melody sent me a message: "Rylan, if you don't show up, I'll draw Harmony's blood for Levi. How much do you think she has to spare?"


"Hurry up and tell me, where is Rylan hiding?"


Harmony gritted her teeth. "Mom, why won't you believe me? Dad is dead."


"Dead?" Melody was clearly skeptical. "To avoid giving Levi blood a transfusion, you've resorted to such an excuse. As vicious as ever, I see."


Harmony grabbed Melody's arm, nearly howling as she cried, "Mom! You're the one who sent him to the mountains. He froze to death up there!"


"You little liar!" Melody shook off Harmony's hand. "If he doesn't show up, I'll have the doctors draw your blood."


"Even if you drain me dry, Dad won't appear!" Harmony felt indignant on my behalf.


"Fine, then we'll take your blood!" Melody waved her hand dismissively. "We'll stop when Rylan decides to show himself."


The hospital refused to draw so much blood, so Melody sent Harmony to an underground clinic.


Those people's eyes lit up when they heard Harmony had RH-negative blood.


When Melody wasn't around, they drew Harmony's blood without any restraint. The tiny girl lay on the cold operating table, her face deathly pale, as the group drained her body of blood.


Her already injured body couldn't withstand this kind of torment.


I wanted to beg them to spare Harmony, but no one could see me.


Watching my daughter gradually lose her vitality, I felt regret. If only I could truly appear, how much better it would be.


Harmony wouldn't have to suffer like this.


To ensure she had a constant supply of blood, they fed her many supplements. If Harmony couldn't eat them, they forced them down her throat.


With blood-drawing needles stuck in both arms, my daughter was being exploited like a milk cow.


Chapter 3