LOGINRowan's POVAfter my body was donated, the hospital held a small funeral for me. No guests from the Emerson family attended. No flowers lined the street. Only the doctors and nurses who had cared for me, along with a few of my coworkers, were there.Louis Stetson, my boss from the docks, brought a box of ravioli. "Rowan always said he would treat me to a nice meal once his dad got better. Now that his dad's better, that young man's gone and disappeared."The owner of the restaurant I had worked in put down a new coat. "When he was washing dishes, the cuffs of his sleeves were so torn they couldn't even keep the water out. I offered to buy him one, but he flat-out refused. Hmph, I guess he can't turn me down anymore."When Mom and Dad arrived, the door was already closed. A white sign stood outside the entrance. "In accordance with Rowan Emerson's last wishes, family members are not permitted to enter."Mom rushed forward and pounded on the door. "Rowan, I'm here. Open the door! Le
Rowan's POVOn the day of the press conference, the board suspended Dad from all his positions. He didn't argue. When he got home, he locked himself in his study.When Mom found the hospital where I had been diagnosed, he went with her.The attending doctor remembered me. He explained, "That man was terribly thin. I suggested he be hospitalized immediately, but he said he needed to ask his family first."Mom grabbed the doctor's hand and asked, "If he had been admitted back then, could he have been saved?"The doctor fell silent for a moment. Then, he replied, "His chances of recovery were very low. But our hospital has a charity program. If he had started treatment in time, he might have had a chance to hold on a little longer. At the very least, he wouldn't have died so soon."Mom's lips were pale as she asked, "Why didn't he stay in the hospital?"The doctor pulled up the payment records. "He originally paid a deposit of one thousand dollars, but he withdrew it later on. He w
Rowan's POVThe test records were leaked online. Dad's speech at the birthday banquet, the hotel surveillance footage, and the debt collectors' videos were all made public.The area outside the Emerson Group building was swarming with reporters. The board of directors urged Dad to lie low for a while, but he insisted on holding a press conference.Mom stopped him and hissed, "What more do you want to say?"Dad fastened his tie. "All the public sees is Rowan suffering. They have no idea what I've prepared for him. He has everything, including shares, houses, and cars. He even has Emerson Group. If he had just said that he couldn't take it anymore, the test would have ended long ago."Mom glared at him and asked, "He started supporting you when he was 13. How could he possibly admit he couldn't take it anymore?"Dad didn't answer her question.When the press conference began, Dad walked onto the stage himself. The large screen behind him displayed the gifts he had originally inten
Rowan's POVThat night, Dad had Ezra deliver all the test records from the past ten years. More than a dozen cardboard boxes filled the study. Each box was labeled with a year. The boxes for when I was 13, 14, and 15 had all been neatly packed away.Ezra stood at the doorway, hesitating to leave. "Mr. Emerson, are you sure you want to look through these?"Dad turned on the computer and said, "Why shouldn't I? Rowan had always been healthy. He could do heavy labor for seven years straight, which meant the cancer was just an unfortunate accident. The tests didn't kill him."He spoke quickly, as if explaining himself to Ezra. Maybe he was trying to convince himself.The first file contained a photo of me withdrawing from school. Back then, my homeroom teacher had held my hand, refusing to let me leave. "Rowan, the school can waive your fees. Please think it over."I shook my head, my eyes red with tears. "Miss, my father is dying. I can't stand by and let him die."There was also a
Rowan's POVAfter leaving the hospital, Mom and Dad went to the basement where I used to live. The landlady was tearing down the debt collection notices plastered on the walls. She looked them up and down, noticing that they were dressed head to toe in designer clothes. She asked, "Who are you looking for?"Mom asked hoarsely, "Does Rowan Emerson live here?""He used to." The landlady crumpled the flyers into a ball. "A few days ago, a bunch of debt collectors beat him half to death. After that, he left with his suitcase. How do you know him?""I'm his mother."The landlady paused, then burst out laughing. "Cut it out. Rowan's mother had to beg her own son for 20 dollars. How could she possibly afford clothes like yours?"Morgana's face turned pale at her words.Dad walked past her and went straight into my home. The basement had no windows, so the lights had to stay on even during the day. My bed was pushed against the moldy wall. The only thing on the table was half a bag of
Rowan's POVWhen Sophia wheeled in a gurney, Mom lunged toward it like a madwoman. "What are you doing? Who gave you permission to touch my son?" she cried.She threw herself in front of the door, her hands gripping the edge of the gurney for dear life.Sophia stopped and explained, "Rowan signed a body donation agreement before his death. We need to take him to the donation center now.""What? I don't agree to this!" Mom yelled. Then, she turned to Dad. "Zander, say something!"Dad stared at my body beneath the white sheet, his expression frighteningly grim. He took out his phone and called his lawyer. "Get to the hospital within ten minutes. Stop the donation immediately."The doctor frowned. "Mr. Emerson, Rowan is an adult. He made his choice."Yet Dad didn't seem to hear him. He said, "Get a team of specialists in here to check his heartbeat and brain activity again. If the specialists here can't do it, contact some overseas. Money is not an issue. He can't be dead!"The do







