Demanding a Dead Man's Kidney for Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 9

Six months after I died, Serena Beckett came back to the cemetery looking for me.The wind blowing was cold and biting. I floated above my grave, watching her charge over in her high heels, her face pale and ashen. "Jason Shaw! Get out here!"She shoved aside a staff member trying to stop her and dug her nails deep into my photo on the tombstone."William Clark needs a kidney right now. You're going to donate it, whether you want to or not! What kind of stunt is this? Hiding here and playing dead?"I was still smiling in the photo. It was taken three years ago, when Serena finally agreed to go on a date with me. She had said my smile looked goofy, but she made me keep the picture anyway.Now, that smile probably looked mocking to her."Ms. Beckett, please calm down. Mr. Shaw really passed away six months ago. You can see the tombstone—""Why should I?" Serena, with bloodshot eyes, whipped her head around. "That spineless coward can't even kill a chicken, and yet he'd dare to d

"These are the progress notes from Tina's final days. She suddenly went into heart failure and pulmonary edema in the early morning. We attempted resuscitation for two hours, but we couldn't save her," the doctor explained.Serena snatched the medical records and fixed her eyes intently on the text."No way…" Her fingers trembled over the pages. "She was supposed to… She could still hold out…""Her condition was very unstable. She had end-stage uremia, with no suitable kidney donor. Surviving for three years was already a feat.""Kidney donor?" Serena suddenly looked up, her eyes red-rimmed. "How could there not be one? I had Jason tested six months ago! He's her own brother—how could he not match?"The doctor paused. "Jason? You mean Mr. Shaw, the one who passed away after the liver donation?"He sighed. "Mr. Shaw passed away six months ago. How could he donate his kidney? And even if he were still alive, matches between family members aren't 100% successful.""You're lying! Ja

The car tore into the night like a runaway horse.Willow Lane was in the Old City, where the roads were barely wide enough for a single car to pass.Serena parked haphazardly at the entrance to the neighborhood before getting out of the car. Her high heels clacked unevenly on the cobblestones as she made her way in.House No. 17 was an old, courtyard-style house, with the door slightly ajar.Serena pushed it open and walked right in.In the yard, a man in his 30s was crouched in the corner, feeding a fire with kindling. The ashes in the brazier fluttered in the night wind, and sparks landed on the back of his hand, but he didn't seem to notice.Serena stood behind him, her voice low as she called out, "Mason Crawford?"The man slowly turned his head. When he saw her, his expression shifted from confusion to shock, before finally settling into cold disgust."Serena Beckett? You've got some nerve showing up here."Serena didn't bother with pleasantries and got straight to the po

Serena started the car again. This time, she was heading to the hospital.She stormed straight into the hospital director's office.When David Eaton—a man in his 50s with immaculately combed hair—saw her burst in, he was startled at first, then quickly put on a smile."Ms. Beckett, what brings you here? Please, have a seat—""I won't be sitting." Serena stood in the center of the office, her gaze as cold as ice. "I want to ask you something. How much do you know about the donor who died after the liver transplant surgery six months ago in the Hepatobiliary Surgery department?"David's smile froze on his face. "Ms. Beckett, we have proper channels for filing medical incident complaints. If you would just—""I asked if you knew what happened!" Serena's voice suddenly rose. "William used his leverage over your hospital directors to threaten them into giving up on saving the donor. Did you know about that?"David blanched at those words. "Ms. Beckett, you can't just say things like

Mason came on the day of Serena's cremation. He stared at her portrait for a long time in silence before finally letting out a sigh."If you'd known this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?"According to her will, her ashes were buried alongside mine and Tina's.Three graves lay side by side, and on the last tombstone, Serena's name was carved.Beneath it was a line of small text that read, "To my husband, Jason. My debts have been repaid. See you in the next life."The funeral was simple, with hardly anyone visiting. It was just Mason and a few of her former employees.When it was over, Mason stood before the graves and lit three cigarettes—one for me, one for Tina, and one for himself."Jason, my friend, it's quiet now. Don't you think you were a fool?"The cigarette ash scattered in the wind, settling onto the fresh grave."Alright. I won't bother you three anymore." He paused, then added, "In the next life, I hope you're born with a good fate. Don't run i