They All 'Died' for Her? With Terminal Cancer, I'm Done Playing their Games - Chapter 67: Chapter 67
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The mention of Mom made my eyes burn with tears.
Seeing me cry, Damien froze for a second. Then threw me to the floor even harder.
"Tears, Riley? Didn't know heartless bitches could cry."
"If you hadn't stopped me from finding my mother that day, yours wouldn't have pushed her down those stairs. You're the guilty one here!"
"If Vivian's unhappy tonight, you and your mom can both go to hell."
Pure hatred blazed in his eyes. But he wouldn't even look at me.
Tears streamed down my face. I clutched my chest, struggling to breathe.
All the hell Mom and I went through to keep that secret... And Damien still hated me this much.
Fine. After the divorce, I'd tell him everything. Clear our names once and for all!
The thought actually calmed me down.
This whole time, Damien had been hating the wrong person.
Wonder how destroyed he'll be when he learns the truth?
I stumbled to my feet and walked toward that locked metal door.
Vicious barking echoed from deep inside the room. Terror hit me like a brick wall. I spun around to run, but the iron door slammed shut.
Damien's voice was ice-cold.
"I'm taking Vivian to see fireworks. Don't let her come out and ruin our night."
His footsteps faded away. That savage beast immediately lunged at me, sinking its teeth into my arm.
My screams mixed with the fireworks outside.
When they finally let me out, I had dozens of torn wounds all over my body. Chunks of flesh and blood were splattered everywhere in that dog room.
A bodyguard tossed me some gauze and a check.
"Boss says get lost."
My hands shook as I picked up the check. The amount was exactly what Mom needed for this month's treatment.
But she didn't need it anymore.
I ripped up the check and threw it on the ground. Forced myself to stand and leave.
This place? I was never coming back.
I took a cab to the hospital. Got my wounds stitched up, got a rabies shot. Then called the number from that bounty posting and reached the hospital director.
"You're absolutely sure you want to donate your heart?"
The director looked over my medical report and nodded with satisfaction.
"You're definitely the best match for Miss Hayes' heart transplant. But the surgical risks are extremely high..."
"Doesn't matter."
I grabbed the pen and signed the voluntary donation agreement without hesitation.
If death was freedom, how could anything be worse than this?
After signing and going over the details, I'd barely walked out of the hospital when Damien called.
"You're the heart donor for Vivian? What's your name?"
I gripped the phone tight. Could barely breathe.
"I—"
Before I could get a word out, Damien cut me off eagerly. "We need to do the surgery ASAP. Payment will hit your account after it's done."
He hung up. I stared at his contact name: "Hubby." The irony and heartbreak twisted into indescribable pain.
If he'd bothered to check who was calling, he'd know exactly who I was.
My phone lit up with breaking news: CEO of Cross Corporation Spends Millions on Citywide Fireworks Display for Mystery Woman.
And there I was, clutching my wounds, finding the nearest park bench to sleep on for the night.
When I woke up, I got a call saying Mom's burial plot was ready.
So they best friends could be together again, I used every penny I had left to buy the plot next to Mrs. Cross.
After visiting Mom's grave, I bowed three times to Damien's mother.
Just as I stood up, someone kicked me hard from behind.
"You murderer's daughter! What gives you the right to visit my mom!"
Seeing me cry, Damien froze for a second. Then threw me to the floor even harder.
"Tears, Riley? Didn't know heartless bitches could cry."
"If you hadn't stopped me from finding my mother that day, yours wouldn't have pushed her down those stairs. You're the guilty one here!"
"If Vivian's unhappy tonight, you and your mom can both go to hell."
Pure hatred blazed in his eyes. But he wouldn't even look at me.
Tears streamed down my face. I clutched my chest, struggling to breathe.
All the hell Mom and I went through to keep that secret... And Damien still hated me this much.
Fine. After the divorce, I'd tell him everything. Clear our names once and for all!
The thought actually calmed me down.
This whole time, Damien had been hating the wrong person.
Wonder how destroyed he'll be when he learns the truth?
I stumbled to my feet and walked toward that locked metal door.
Vicious barking echoed from deep inside the room. Terror hit me like a brick wall. I spun around to run, but the iron door slammed shut.
Damien's voice was ice-cold.
"I'm taking Vivian to see fireworks. Don't let her come out and ruin our night."
His footsteps faded away. That savage beast immediately lunged at me, sinking its teeth into my arm.
My screams mixed with the fireworks outside.
When they finally let me out, I had dozens of torn wounds all over my body. Chunks of flesh and blood were splattered everywhere in that dog room.
A bodyguard tossed me some gauze and a check.
"Boss says get lost."
My hands shook as I picked up the check. The amount was exactly what Mom needed for this month's treatment.
But she didn't need it anymore.
I ripped up the check and threw it on the ground. Forced myself to stand and leave.
This place? I was never coming back.
I took a cab to the hospital. Got my wounds stitched up, got a rabies shot. Then called the number from that bounty posting and reached the hospital director.
"You're absolutely sure you want to donate your heart?"
The director looked over my medical report and nodded with satisfaction.
"You're definitely the best match for Miss Hayes' heart transplant. But the surgical risks are extremely high..."
"Doesn't matter."
I grabbed the pen and signed the voluntary donation agreement without hesitation.
If death was freedom, how could anything be worse than this?
After signing and going over the details, I'd barely walked out of the hospital when Damien called.
"You're the heart donor for Vivian? What's your name?"
I gripped the phone tight. Could barely breathe.
"I—"
Before I could get a word out, Damien cut me off eagerly. "We need to do the surgery ASAP. Payment will hit your account after it's done."
He hung up. I stared at his contact name: "Hubby." The irony and heartbreak twisted into indescribable pain.
If he'd bothered to check who was calling, he'd know exactly who I was.
My phone lit up with breaking news: CEO of Cross Corporation Spends Millions on Citywide Fireworks Display for Mystery Woman.
And there I was, clutching my wounds, finding the nearest park bench to sleep on for the night.
When I woke up, I got a call saying Mom's burial plot was ready.
So they best friends could be together again, I used every penny I had left to buy the plot next to Mrs. Cross.
After visiting Mom's grave, I bowed three times to Damien's mother.
Just as I stood up, someone kicked me hard from behind.
"You murderer's daughter! What gives you the right to visit my mom!"
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