On the day the black market organ trafficker stood trial, the judge asked if he felt any remorse. He laughed shamelessly: "Not only do I have no regrets, I'm actually proud." "If I hadn't provided that heart, Grant Thornton wouldn't have been able to save his student Lily Wade, and he never would have won the Medical Progress Award to benefit humanity." When the judge accused him of killing an innocent person for money, he interrupted: "But that heart came from Grant Thornton's ex-wife. If he hadn't destroyed her reputation years ago and driven her out, how could she have ended up in my hands?" "If we're really talking about murder, he's the killer! I'm just the delivery man at most!" In an instant, reporters swarmed. Grant Thornton laughed coldly in anger, warning sternly into the camera: "Stella Johnson, wasn't it enough that you caused Lily's condition to flare up back then? Now you're bribing black market dealers to spread lies?" Soon, Grant Thornton brought police and cameras, kicking down the door of our rental apartment. In the dim room, there was no malicious ex-wife as he'd expected, only a little girl huddled in the corner, thin as a skeleton: "Who are you? Where's Stella Johnson? Got the guts to slander but not the guts to face me?" The girl slowly lifted her head. When she saw Lily casually chewing gum, huge tears fell from her eyes. "Are you looking for my mommy? But her heart---didn't you already dig it out and give it to that lady?" ...
From the mouths of babes, yet it set off a storm in the livestream. Grant Thornton's expression instantly darkened to the extreme as he laughed coldly. "Stella Johnson, you're even using a child to lie? Get out here right now and apologize, clear Lily's name!" I floated in midair, watching the undisguised disgust in his eyes, and laughed bitterly. In his heart, Lily had never been a despicable homewrecker, but a student who needed his protection. As his wife, wanting to get rid of her was deliberate harm. Five years ago, I obtained evidence that Lily had tampered with my thesis and tried to interfere in our marriage. I laid the evidence before Grant Thornton. Right in front of me, he threw all those documents into the shredder. "Stella Johnson, Lily is just a young student. How could you forge these things to destroy her future?" When I couldn't take it anymore and posted it online, to protect Lily, he shoved me hard onto broken glass. He forced me to issue a public statement admitting I was mentally unstable and had maliciously slandered Lily. I refused through gritted teeth. The next day, he brought people to smash my mother's tombstone and dig up her ashes. He even threatened to destroy the urn, demanding: "Will you apologize or not?" I trembled all over, and could only kneel in the cold mud and compromise. To let my mother rest in peace, I bowed and apologized at the hospital-wide meeting, admitting I was insane. Grant Thornton piled all the blame on me, then threw down divorce papers, forcing me to leave with nothing. My reputation was destroyed, everyone accused me of being jealous and crazy. I was forced to flee to this remote city, barely scraping by. Until seven days ago, to save enough for my daughter's medical bills. I chose to work an extra night shift. But I was kidnapped and sold by a gambling client who needed money. After some packaging, I became a kind-hearted donor, forced to give up my heart. I permanently closed my eyes on the operating table. My soul followed the heart back to the country. What I never expected was that the recipient of this heart would be Lily. Not only did Grant Thornton personally perform her surgery, he held my heart and pressed a tender kiss on Lily's forehead. "From now on, you'll be whole." I broke down, I felt hatred. Until I followed Lily and arrived precisely at this rental apartment. I watched her point to her own chest in front of my daughter, revealing a malicious smile. "Your daddy said he'd find me the cleanest heart, but I think only your mommy's heart is worthy of me." "So I recommended a trafficking channel to a thug at your mom's workplace. Then I successfully got this heart." "You don't know yet, do you? The one who installed this heart for me was your daddy." I went crazy trying to strangle her. My hands passed through her neck again and again. But I couldn't kill her. I was powerless. At this moment, in the living room, Annie clutched the black box tightly in her arms, her small knuckles turning white. "Mommy was taken away by that bad lady, burned to ashes, all here." Grant Thornton walked back to the living room, his eyes full of contempt. "Even bought an urn as a prop, how unlucky!" He suddenly waved his hand, snatching the black box from Annie's hands and smashing it hard on the floor. The wooden box shattered into pieces, powder instantly scattered everywhere. "Don't throw my mommy!" Annie let out a scream, falling to the ground, desperately trying to gather the ashes with her small hands. Those were my ashes. I wanted to rush over and hold my child. My outstretched hands passed straight through her thin shoulders. I had no tears, only felt that empty, bloody hole in my chest beginning to fill with bone-chilling cold wind again. Grant Thornton watched the child's frantic movements, his brow twitching imperceptibly. If it were fake, would it be necessary to go this far? Lily walked out from behind Grant Thornton, her toes stepping on the pile of ashes, grinding hard. "Don't be angry. Stella can't stand you being good to me, so it's normal for her to use pet dog ashes to disgust people." She pulled out a photo showing a golden retriever with Annie. Three years ago, Annie was diagnosed with a severe genetic disease. Her immune system was weak, she couldn't be exposed to furry pets at all. That photo was just randomly taken by a nurse when she was getting tested at the hospital. "Stella must hate me to death now. I'd rather not have this heart than have you become like this because of me." Grant Thornton grasped her wrist in return, his voice softening. "This heart came from an overseas medical assistance program, it has nothing to do with Stella Johnson. Stella Johnson truly hasn't changed, full of schemes!" The livestream comments were scrolling frantically, Grant Thornton's eyes swept over them. [Wait, those aren't pet dog ashes, right? That angel dog in the photo was still sunbathing on the city hospital lawn this morning!] His gaze froze for a moment.
[If it's not the dog's, then the kid is crying like that, could it really be her mother's?] Staring at the pile of gray-white powder on the ground, a trace of irritation crept across Grant Thornton's brow. He looked away. "Stella Johnson got dead person's ashes from somewhere to make it realistic. That's the kind of person she is, capable of anything." Annie lifted her head, her eyes locked on the foot Lily had planted in the ashes. She suddenly lunged forward, biting down hard on Lily's calf. "Don't step on my mommy! You're all bad people! Give my mommy's heart back!" Lily cried out in pain, kicking Annie away with one foot. The four-year-old's body was light as a feather, slamming hard into the corner of the coffee table. Her forehead instantly split open in a long gash, blood covering her face. "My daughter!" I rushed to shield Annie like a madwoman, but could only watch as the crimson blood dripped onto the floor, soaking into the carpet. Grant Thornton didn't even glance at his daughter. He crouched down, rolling up Lily's pant leg to examine the bite mark. "Is this little bastard a dog? Is this how Stella Johnson normally raises her?" "Grant, I'm fine, it just hurts a little..." Lily leaned into his arms. "Did Stella teach her a lot of things to make her hate me? I'm a little scared..." "I'm here. I'd like to see who dares touch you." Grant Thornton's eyes were fierce as he looked up at the camera and said coldly. "Stella Johnson, I will pursue this despicable behavior of using a child to hurt people to the end!" Watching him make threats, I remembered when I was sixteen, when several upperclassmen cornered me in an alley. Grant Thornton rushed out with half a brick, blocking them in front of me. His face was covered in blood, grabbing my hand and trembling. "Stella, I'll protect you forever." Now, he was indeed protecting someone. Only the person being protected was no longer me. I felt such hatred. Why make a promise of forever, then fail to keep it and harm my child? The police outside rushed in directly. The lead female officer's face was ashen as she scooped up Annie, blood covering her face. "Call an ambulance!" Another officer walked up to Grant Thornton. "Mr. Thornton, regarding the black market organ trafficking case, please come with us to the station for questioning." "Fine. But my fiancée just had heart transplant surgery and has been frightened. I need to settle her first." He took Lily's hand and walked out of the messy rental apartment. Police station interrogation room. Grant Thornton sat in the chair, looking calm. "My donor was a kind person found through an overseas assistance program. Everything was legal, nothing to do with the black market. Stella Johnson's report is just her venting personal grievances." Before the officer across from him could speak, the interrogation room door was pushed open forcefully. The female officer who had taken Annie to the hospital called. "That little girl has a very deep forehead wound, now she's in critical condition from excessive blood loss." "She has RH negative AB blood type, a very rare type. The hospital blood bank has no supply!" "We checked the system and found that Mr. Thornton has this rare blood type." Grant Thornton's movements froze. He lifted his eyelids. a very rare type? An extremely rare hereditary blood type---how could she have the same blood type as him?
"Have him come to the hospital immediately for a transfusion!" I floated in midair, nodding desperately. Go! That's your flesh and blood! Your daughter! But Grant Thornton suddenly laughed coldly, refusing without hesitation. "Officer, whatever bastard Stella Johnson found somewhere just happens to have my blood type." "I've been cooperating with the investigation. I'm tired now. I'm not going." The female officer became anxious. "That's a human life!" Grant Thornton leaned back in his chair. "Her life has nothing to do with me." The female officer's expression changed, her voice tinged with anger. "Mr. Thornton, a life is at stake. If you're willing to donate blood, we can send you there by car, and you can continue the investigation after the transfusion. I'm begging you." Grant Thornton covered his chest and took a deep breath. "Let's go." The police car raced toward the city center hospital with sirens blaring. I stood in the vehicle, watching the scenery flying past the window. Annie, wait, just wait a little longer. Mommy's bringing someone to save you. The car screeched to a halt at the emergency building entrance. Grant Thornton pushed open the door and strode inside. Lily suddenly emerged from the hallway. She wore an oversized hospital gown, her face deathly pale, throwing herself into Grant Thornton's arms. "Grant! My chest hurts so much! Am I having a rejection reaction?" Grant Thornton's footsteps stopped dead. He immediately held Lily, urgently shouting at the nurses' station: "Get a gurney! Call the cardiothoracic director down here now!" The female officer ran out of the emergency room. "Where's Mr. Thornton? The child can't hold on! Her blood pressure has dropped to thirty!" Grant Thornton held Lily, not looking back. "Can't you see she's having heart rejection!" "Stella Johnson created this karma, let her repay it herself! If she hadn't deliberately framed us, how could Lily have ended up like this?" The female officer rushed forward and grabbed his arm. "Save that child first!" Grant Thornton forcefully shook off the female officer's hand. "Fuck off!" In the livestream that had never been turned off, the comments had completely exploded. [Is this guy insane? The mistress kicked the child and caused such a huge gash, and now he's protecting the perpetrator?] [This couple is truly disgusting. He really thinks he's protecting some innocent patient.] Grant Thornton glanced at the dense stream of curses on the screen, his face darkening to the extreme. He continued to protectively hold Lily, righteously warning the camera: "You don't understand anything! Lily is the victim of Stella Johnson's schemes!" At that moment, several officers arrived. The lead officer pulled out handcuffs, directly restraining Lily on the gurney. "Lily Wade, you're under arrest for intentionally causing serious injury to a child!" Lily trembled all over, screaming in terror: "Grant! Save me! I didn't hurt her, the kid ran into me herself!" Grant Thornton flew into a rage, shielding Lily behind him. "Are you crazy! She's a patient who just had a heart transplant! This is all Stella Johnson's conspiracy, she deliberately had that bastard stage this to frame Lily!" The police showed no compromise. "The suspect must come with us immediately! Mr. Thornton, please don't obstruct official business!" Grant Thornton watched helplessly as Lily was forcibly taken into the elevator, unable to stop it, his chest heaving violently in anger. He turned and ran right into the female officer. "I'll give her the transfusion. I hope when she's fine, you'll release Lily!" But the female officer glared at him. "No need for a transfusion! The child is dead!"
My legs gave out, and I collapsed to the ground. In that instant, my soul felt torn into countless fragments. My Annie was dead. She was only four years old. She hadn't even worn the new dress I bought her yet. He twisted the corners of his mouth, letting out a short, cold snort. "Dead?" "Good riddance. Stella Johnson has one less bargaining chip for her frame-up." The next second, I lunged at Grant Thornton in a frenzy. My hands clamped around his neck, wanting to tear him apart on the spot. But my hands passed through his body again and again, unable to touch him at all. Hearing the news of death over the radio, the officer's face changed dramatically, immediately issuing an order: "The victim is dead. Change suspect Lily Wade's charge to intentional homicide. Take her into custody immediately!" Hearing the words "intentional homicide," Grant Thornton's eyes filled with viciousness. He stared deadly at the emergency room, cursing through gritted teeth. "Stella Johnson, you're ruthless enough. To frame Lily, you'd even kill the bargaining chip you found yourself." "You think hiding behind the scenes pulling these stunts will succeed?" He pulled out his phone and made a call on the spot. "Investigate! Check that black market dealer's account transactions! Track down Stella Johnson!" "I'm going to personally drag out this mastermind and make her kneel before the police and admit that all of this was her scheme to harm people!" He pulled out his phone and opened a conversation window that hadn't been touched in five years. His fingertips pounded the screen forcefully. "Stella Johnson, your bastard is dead." "This is what you get for causing trouble." "Come back right now and apologize to Lily, issue a settlement agreement, or I won't even let you take that bastard's corpse." Message sent. A red exclamation mark popped up. Five years ago, I had blocked him. Irritated, he switched to the text message interface and resent it. I stood right in front of him, watching him type these words. Watching him use the cruelest vocabulary to announce the death of his own flesh and blood. Grant Thornton returned to the police station. The underground black market dealer was restrained in the interrogation chair. Seeing Grant Thornton enter, the dealer whistled. "Dr. Thornton, back from playing nurse to your mistress?" Grant Thornton's eyes were icy as he braced both hands on the table. "Cut the crap. How much did Stella Johnson pay you to recite this testimony?" The dealer leaned back his head and laughed. "Dr. Thornton, do you really think that was an overseas donor?" "When we tied that woman to the operating table, she kept crying and begging." "She begged us to give her some anesthesia. She said she had a sick daughter, she couldn't die." The dealer leaned close to the table, lowering his voice. "She begged us to give her anesthesia. But the client ordered that anesthesia would affect the heart's vitality, bad for the recipient." "So we held her down hard on the table. Four people holding down her limbs. We split her chest open alive." "That woman's vocal cords were torn, the pain made her whole body convulse. Blood sprayed everywhere in the room." The moment the dealer spoke, the pain seemed to cross the boundary of life and death, sweeping over me again. I clutched my empty chest, curling into a ball in midair, screaming. But no one could hear me. "Oh, right." The dealer tilted his head thoughtfully, his smile widening. "Below her left ribs, there was a very deep burn scar. When we made the incision, we just happened to avoid that spot." That scar was from when I was twenty, when the rental house caught fire. I was burned by a red-hot iron frame protecting his experimental data. The dealer looked at Grant Thornton and continued twisting the knife. "With her last breath, she was calling a name." "She kept calling: Grant, save me." In the moment of dying, I did call for Grant. That nickname that no one in this world except eighteen-year-old Stella Johnson would use. At that time, the pain left me mentally confused. I thought the boy who vowed at eighteen to protect me forever would take me home like before. But my Grant had died five years ago. Grant Thornton seemed to hear the most absurd joke, scoffing as if he'd seen through everything. "Stop your nonsense!" "Even knowing about that burn scar---to drag Lily down, she really planned out every detail!" The interrogation room door was suddenly pushed open. The female officer from before walked in. She walked up to Grant Thornton and slammed the report in her hand heavily on the table. One was a heart source DNA comparison report. One was a paternity test certificate between the deceased and Grant Thornton. The female officer looked at him, her eyes full of anger and disgust. "Grant Thornton." "The heart beating in Lily Wade's chest is indeed your ex-wife Stella Johnson's heart." "And the girl who just died in the hospital because you refused to donate blood. She was your biological daughter."
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