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I watched coldly as my parents and Luke pretended to be grief–stricken in front of my body.
I wondered if they even remembered that upstairs, my sister, fresh out of surgery, was still waiting for them.
“Mom, Dad, Luke, what’s going on?”
Speak of the devil.
I watched as my sister was wheeled in by a nurse, and I began to view this scene like an outsider.
Now, I found myself looking forward to how this story would unfold. The fragile and kind protagonist, Grace, saw her grieving family and her eyes welled up with tears.
Everyone was so wrapped up in their sorrow that they didn’t notice Grace’s arrival.
She timidly asked as if to remind everyone, “So, is that really Isla’s body you’re looking at?”
Grace’s words echoed in everyone’s ears like a bomb going off.
That’s when my parents snapped out of it, like waking from a dream.
My mom let out a scream and rushed over to my sister.
“Grace, you just had surgery. You’re still weak. How can you be in a cold place like this? Come upstairs with me.”
As she spoke, Dad had already walked behind Grace and taken the wheelchair from the nurse.
Only Luke remained, stubbornly leaning over my body, dazed.
A flash of displeasure crossed Grace’s eyes, but she spoke softly, “Luke, the morgue is too cold. If you stay here, Isla will feel sad for you.”
Hearing this, Luke seemed to regain a bit of spirit.
He nodded blankly.
“Yes, yes, Isla always told me she liked warmer places. She wouldn’t
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like it here in the cold morgue.”
I had a feeling things were about to take an unexpected turn. Sure enough, Luke’s next move left everyone stunned.
Luke attempted to lift my body off the autopsy table by himself.
I was already dead, and the stiffness of my body made it impossible for Luke to move me on his own.
Luke’s dazed eyes scanned the room before finally settling on Grace.
Grace tried to back away in her wheelchair, but Dad was controlling it and had no intention of moving.
Luke slowly pulled out a twisted smile.
“Grace, you’re so kind. You wouldn’t want Isla to be alone here, right? Let me use your wheelchair, okay?”
My body was stiff; a wheelchair wouldn’t do any good.
Grace looked a bit resentful about having to give her wheelchair to a dead person. She pursed her lips.
“Luke, Isla’s body is already stiff. The wheelchair won’t help…”
Hearing this, Luke suddenly snapped and yanked Grace off the wheelchair.
“Grace! How can you be so selfish? You just don’t want to give up the wheelchair!
“I can’t believe Isla sacrificed her life to save someone as heartless as you!”
Well said!
Once, I was scolded for not donating my kidney to her. Now, it was time for Grace to feel my pain.
Grace was dragged to the ground, reopening her unhealed wound, blood staining her hospital gown.
Her face pale, Grace looked helplessly to our parents.
“Mom, Dad, it hurts…”
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But to her surprise, the parents who had always stood up for her weren’t doing so this time.
I saw Mom look at her with disappointment.
“Grace, Isla gave her life to save you, and you won’t even give up a wheelchair for her?”
Dad didn’t say anything, but his disapproving expression said it all.
Grace was on the verge of losing it, unable to understand how things had gotten to this point.
Luke suddenly lifted his head, looking firmly at my parents.
“Mr. and Mrs. Griffin, I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to marry Isla.
“I promised her that after her surgery, we’d get married. Even now… it doesn’t matter.”
