His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 27: Chapter 27
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Harrison was rushed to the ER.
Soon, a doctor emerged, looking grave: "The patient's injuries are too severe—all resuscitation efforts have failed. Is there a Whitney Collins here? The patient wants to see you."
"That's me." She followed the doctor numbly to the operating table.
When she saw Harrison lying lifeless with various tubes, his face cleaned of blood, his limp hand clutching a coin, Whitney's voice was bitter: "Harrison, I'm here. What do you want to say?"
The man struggled to open his eyes, pulling out a jade ring from his pocket, his voice faint: "You promised I could make three wishes—I used one and have two left. Does that still count?"
"What exactly do you want to say?"
"Whit, put on this wedding ring to humor me, okay?" His eyes pleaded: "One last time—just wear it for one minute."
Whitney stayed silent.
Harrison disappointedly put away the ring, barely breathing: "Then call me 'Harrison' once more, okay? Please."
Whitney lowered her head, her voice strained: "Thank you for saving me and Camden, but... I'm sorry."
Harrison's hand dropped powerlessly as his heartbeat flatlined, though his eyes remained wide open.
She reached up to close the man's eyes, her voice choked: "Harrison Sterling, goodbye."
Hopefully we'll never meet again in the next life.
And I hope you won't lose your memory in the next life and forget the person you love.
Due to Harrison's unexpected death, Whitney's engagement was postponed.
His funeral was attended by all of Boston's elite.
Only Whitney didn't attend—Xavier went on her behalf.
When he returned, he brought Whitney a large box, saying it was from Mrs. Sterling.
He also brought inheritance documents from Harrison's lawyer—the man had transferred all his company shares to her and Camden.
Whitney opened the box.
Inside were the Bumblebee car and AI equipment.
She touched these items, her mind flashing the scene of Harrison waiting downstairs on her birthday night, demonstrating with confidence and smiles—
The man looked self-assured and happy: "Whitney, this is my birthday gift for you. Do you like it?"
"Baby, isn't this car Daddy designed for you really cool?"
Then came the image of him lying on the hospital bed, barely breathing, his eyes hopeful: "Whit, call me 'Harrison' once more, okay?"
Her eyes stung as she put away the box: "Have Professor Parker give Mrs. Sterling good heart treatment, and send Camden over to keep her company."
"I will." Xavier said: "Harrison's last wish was to be buried next to your mother's grave. Is that okay?"
"Fine, let him have his way." Whitney looked at the fireworks and firecrackers outside, her expression sad: "My mom really liked him when she was alive."
Winter snow melted, spring returned, and another Christmas's Eve arrived in a flash.
Whitney and Xavier held a grand wedding.
Before going on stage, she saw her son doodling on paper and asked curiously: "Camden, what are you drawing?"
"Drawing a dream I had last night." Camden held up his drawing: "Look, Mommy—here's a very deep cliff, and the person walking last in line is talking to an old man..."
Her expression changed as she took the drawing.
She found the scene in the picture was exactly the dream Harrison had described!
The man seemed to have made some kind of deal with the old man.
He was thrown to the other side of the cliff by the old man, his head surrounded by countless halos!
So that dream wasn't a lie he made up to chase her back!
It was real!
"Mommy, why are you crying?"
Whitney wiped away her tears and put away the drawing: "It's nothing. Time to go on stage."
The cheerful wedding march played as she lifted her dress train and walked step by step to Xavier's side.
Just as he was putting the ring on her finger, Whitney unexpectedly saw a black butterfly fly into the banquet hall.
Her gaze involuntarily followed the butterfly as it landed on her son's little face for two seconds, then flew to her left ring finger, blocking Xavier's attempt to put on the ring.
She stared at the butterfly as a scene flashed before her eyes—
On the day their final exams ended in junior year, when she and Harrison watched the sunset on the rooftop, she gave him a coin: "Harrison, this is a wishing coin my mom gave me. You can use it for three wishes. What do you want?"
The young man blew on the coin and smiled brightly: "First wish—I hope my Whitney gets into her dream college, stays forever young, safe and healthy!"
"Hey, be serious!" She punched him: "This is a wishing coin my mom got from the temple—it's really powerful. Say it properly!"
Harrison stopped smiling and looked serious: "I wish my Whitney gets into her dream college!"
"What about the second wish?"
Harrison carefully put the coin in his wallet: "I haven't thought of it yet. I'll tell you when I do."
Then scene shifted to Harrison on his deathbed, holding up the coin with eager light in his eyes: "Whit, call me 'Harrison' once more, okay? Please!"
Whitney gazed at the butterfly and whispered: "Harrison, I'll be happy. You can rest in peace now!"
As her words ended, the butterfly spread its wings and flew toward the distant sky.
She let Xavier put on the wedding ring and smiled: "Happy wedding, Xavier!"
"Yeah, I'm so happy—I finally married you!" The man hugged her waist, whispering in her ear: "Let's give Camden a little sister, okay?"
"Okay!" Whitney said.
Soon, a doctor emerged, looking grave: "The patient's injuries are too severe—all resuscitation efforts have failed. Is there a Whitney Collins here? The patient wants to see you."
"That's me." She followed the doctor numbly to the operating table.
When she saw Harrison lying lifeless with various tubes, his face cleaned of blood, his limp hand clutching a coin, Whitney's voice was bitter: "Harrison, I'm here. What do you want to say?"
The man struggled to open his eyes, pulling out a jade ring from his pocket, his voice faint: "You promised I could make three wishes—I used one and have two left. Does that still count?"
"What exactly do you want to say?"
"Whit, put on this wedding ring to humor me, okay?" His eyes pleaded: "One last time—just wear it for one minute."
Whitney stayed silent.
Harrison disappointedly put away the ring, barely breathing: "Then call me 'Harrison' once more, okay? Please."
Whitney lowered her head, her voice strained: "Thank you for saving me and Camden, but... I'm sorry."
Harrison's hand dropped powerlessly as his heartbeat flatlined, though his eyes remained wide open.
She reached up to close the man's eyes, her voice choked: "Harrison Sterling, goodbye."
Hopefully we'll never meet again in the next life.
And I hope you won't lose your memory in the next life and forget the person you love.
Due to Harrison's unexpected death, Whitney's engagement was postponed.
His funeral was attended by all of Boston's elite.
Only Whitney didn't attend—Xavier went on her behalf.
When he returned, he brought Whitney a large box, saying it was from Mrs. Sterling.
He also brought inheritance documents from Harrison's lawyer—the man had transferred all his company shares to her and Camden.
Whitney opened the box.
Inside were the Bumblebee car and AI equipment.
She touched these items, her mind flashing the scene of Harrison waiting downstairs on her birthday night, demonstrating with confidence and smiles—
The man looked self-assured and happy: "Whitney, this is my birthday gift for you. Do you like it?"
"Baby, isn't this car Daddy designed for you really cool?"
Then came the image of him lying on the hospital bed, barely breathing, his eyes hopeful: "Whit, call me 'Harrison' once more, okay?"
Her eyes stung as she put away the box: "Have Professor Parker give Mrs. Sterling good heart treatment, and send Camden over to keep her company."
"I will." Xavier said: "Harrison's last wish was to be buried next to your mother's grave. Is that okay?"
"Fine, let him have his way." Whitney looked at the fireworks and firecrackers outside, her expression sad: "My mom really liked him when she was alive."
Winter snow melted, spring returned, and another Christmas's Eve arrived in a flash.
Whitney and Xavier held a grand wedding.
Before going on stage, she saw her son doodling on paper and asked curiously: "Camden, what are you drawing?"
"Drawing a dream I had last night." Camden held up his drawing: "Look, Mommy—here's a very deep cliff, and the person walking last in line is talking to an old man..."
Her expression changed as she took the drawing.
She found the scene in the picture was exactly the dream Harrison had described!
The man seemed to have made some kind of deal with the old man.
He was thrown to the other side of the cliff by the old man, his head surrounded by countless halos!
So that dream wasn't a lie he made up to chase her back!
It was real!
"Mommy, why are you crying?"
Whitney wiped away her tears and put away the drawing: "It's nothing. Time to go on stage."
The cheerful wedding march played as she lifted her dress train and walked step by step to Xavier's side.
Just as he was putting the ring on her finger, Whitney unexpectedly saw a black butterfly fly into the banquet hall.
Her gaze involuntarily followed the butterfly as it landed on her son's little face for two seconds, then flew to her left ring finger, blocking Xavier's attempt to put on the ring.
She stared at the butterfly as a scene flashed before her eyes—
On the day their final exams ended in junior year, when she and Harrison watched the sunset on the rooftop, she gave him a coin: "Harrison, this is a wishing coin my mom gave me. You can use it for three wishes. What do you want?"
The young man blew on the coin and smiled brightly: "First wish—I hope my Whitney gets into her dream college, stays forever young, safe and healthy!"
"Hey, be serious!" She punched him: "This is a wishing coin my mom got from the temple—it's really powerful. Say it properly!"
Harrison stopped smiling and looked serious: "I wish my Whitney gets into her dream college!"
"What about the second wish?"
Harrison carefully put the coin in his wallet: "I haven't thought of it yet. I'll tell you when I do."
Then scene shifted to Harrison on his deathbed, holding up the coin with eager light in his eyes: "Whit, call me 'Harrison' once more, okay? Please!"
Whitney gazed at the butterfly and whispered: "Harrison, I'll be happy. You can rest in peace now!"
As her words ended, the butterfly spread its wings and flew toward the distant sky.
She let Xavier put on the wedding ring and smiled: "Happy wedding, Xavier!"
"Yeah, I'm so happy—I finally married you!" The man hugged her waist, whispering in her ear: "Let's give Camden a little sister, okay?"
"Okay!" Whitney said.
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