Chapter 3

However, it did not matter if she found out the truth because it would not change the ending.

The mention of Irina evoked sweet memories of the times we were together. I was arrogant and domineering then, and I would constantly warn her about never forgiving her if she ever betrayed me by falling in love with another man. I promised that I would turn into a ghost to haunt her if she ever did that.

Irina would always nuzzle into my arms shyly and look up at me to kiss me on the lips. "I would never betray you, Myles Grant. The man I'll marry is you, and only you. If I marry someone else, you can take my life while you're alive, but if you're gone from this world, you can drag me down to the netherworld with you and I won't ever hold it against you."

Now, she was marrying another man, and I never disrupted her life even though I had been a ghost for a year. Even with the perfect opportunity now, I could not bear to disturb her peaceful life. What a strange thing life was.

The live chat was silent for only a few seconds before netizens started hurling abuse at me. However, other voices started to appear as well. Some people actually began to sympathize with me.

[Could he be telling the truth? It would be so sad if this were really the truth.]

[Get a grip of yourself! Stop sitting on the fence and believing everything someone tells you. I don't believe him at all. Didn't you just hear him say that it was true that he took money from the Grants? The Grants had always given him ample allowance, but he still had the gall to ask for more during Old Mrs. Grant's birthday party. How shameless is that?!]

[It's true! And he even tortures stray cats and dogs! Do you think that's fake news?]

[That man is vile by nature. Don't be tricked by him!]

All I did was glance at those words in the live chat as they did not really get to me. The netherworld sent me a text to hurry me into getting someone to bury my body, but I pretended not to read it.

I quickly took a few bites of my burger. It had been a long time since I was human, and my stomach hurt from the food. Everything I consumed felt like stones that were grinding inside me.

My phone suddenly lit up with a notification from the hospital, informing me of a refund. There was remaining balance from the medical bill I paid for my father, and I was refunded $30,000. It was a huge amount of money and, after some thought, I decided to visit the hospital room that my father once stayed in.

A new patient had been admitted into the room. It was a seven-year-old boy.

The nurses were standing outside the room, chatting in a whisper, "The poor boy has cancer, but his family can't afford the treatment, so his parents abandoned him. The hospital has tried its best to get in touch with them, but they're nowhere to be found. The poor little thing is in serious condition, and the procedure to get him into an orphanage is slow. All he can do now is wait for death."

"It's last-stage cancer. Each round of treatment costs tens of thousands, and normal families can't afford that financial burden. I feel like crying every time I see that poor boy in pain."

The little boy was bald and looked extremely thin. He sat next to the window, staring blankly into the air. He would stand on tiptoe occasionally to look at the sea of people outside the window.

I walked over to him and pressed some candy I had bought at a stall on the road into his hands. The little boy looked at me with slight surprise. "Is this candy for me?"

"Yes, it is." I asked, "What are you doing by the window?"

"My parents told me last month that they would take me home on Saturday. I'm waiting for them here." He held my hand with his cold little hand and said with a slight tremble in his voice, "Are my parents too busy to come for me? Can you stay by my side if they can't make it?"

As I stared into his teary eyes, I found it difficult to tell him the cruel truth.