Chapter 2

“Don’t worry, I will make sure you survive.”

Noah’s mentor had once performed a successful heart transplant, giving him the supreme confidence that he could keep me alive.

“Once your sister recovers, my family will accept you, and I will stay by your side.”

Noah and his colleagues began the operation with tense, orderly precision.

After a long while, Noah extracted a heart from my body.

Before he even had a chance to inspect it, he grabbed my heart and rushed into Naomi's operating room.

My chest lay wide open, my body abandoned and alone on the operating table.

The piercing, shrill shriek of the monitor jolted the remaining doctor guarding the room back to reality.

“How did she die? Didn’t they say she has two hearts?” one of Noah’s colleagues asked, completely baffled.

“You actually believed Dr. Sullivan when he said that as a joke?”

“Good riddance. Serves her right for doing so many evil things—not only refusing to save Dr. Sullivan’s wife, but even trying to seduce him,” another colleague replied.

“What do we do now?”

“She’s dead. Just wait for someone to claim the body. If nobody wants it, let the morgue handle it.”

With that, every doctor in the operating room left.

Noah focused entirely on operating on Naomi.

Although he was confident, this was his first time performing a heart transplant on a patient. Fortunately, after several hours, the surgery was successfully completed.

Once it was over, Noah accompanied Naomi back to her private ward.

Only after Naomi was settled did he finally remember me.

Just as Noah was about to head back to the operating room to check on me, he ran into one of the colleagues who had assisted in the surgery out in the hallway.

“Where is my wife?”

The colleague paused, thinking for a moment before answering, “Didn’t she already come back? Don’t worry, someone’s keeping an eye on her post-op. The nurses in the department will look after your wife.”

Noah didn’t catch the strange phrasing. Instead, he figured his colleague was right; with him around, the ward nurses would naturally keep a close eye on things.

Satisfied, Noah returned to his office to resume work.

A day later, Naomi woke up.

Noah stayed right by her bedside.

“Naomi, you’re finally awake.”

Seeing Noah when she opened her eyes, Naomi burst into tears of overwhelming emotion.

Noah stepped forward and pulled her into an embrace. “Don’t worry, the surgery went smoothly. Your heart won’t give you any more trouble from now on.”

Naomi touched her chest, weeping continuously as the realization hit her that the illness which had plagued her for years was finally gone.

Noah gently stroked her back to soothe her, reminding her not to experience such violent emotional swings.

Seeing this, one of the department nurses teased, “Dr. Sullivan is certainly good to his wife.”

Noah froze upon hearing that. Remembering that I was still in another room down the hall, he opened his mouth to clarify, “You’ve got it wrong, she isn’t—”

Right on cue, Naomi clutched her chest, cutting Noah off.

Left with no choice, Noah could only pat her back. “I told you not to cry. All you need to do right now is rest so you can recover.”

Perhaps seeing Naomi like this suddenly jogged his memory. It struck him that he hadn’t checked on me even once since the operation.

“Naomi, get some rest. I’m going to go check on Sophia.”

With that, Noah started to stand up.

However, Naomi suddenly grabbed his hand. “I went behind my parents’ backs to have this surgery, and I’m in the most critical stage of recovery. Without anyone here with me, I’m scared I won’t heal properly.”

Seeing Naomi’s pitiful, vulnerable expression, Noah’s heart softened.

He figured the doctors and nurses would surely look after me out of respect for him anyway, so his worries melted away.

“Alright. I’ll stay and keep you company for a few more days.”