Her entire body stiffened. "What did you just say?" "I said I'll donate part of my liver to him." I looked at her calmly. "But after the surgery, I'm leaving the Bennett family. From then on, all of you can pretend I'm dead." Sherry remained silent for a long time before she finally nodded. On the day of the surgery, they wheeled me into the operating room. Just before the doors shut,I saw Sherry standing outside. Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something. In the end, she stayed silent. The transplant was successful, and Mason survived. And I lost a third of my liver, along with my place in the Bennett family. From then on, I never went home again. … That afternoon, Sherry came back. This time, Mason was with her. Seven years had passed. He was taller now, leaner, and more polished than before. Yet his eyes still carried that same false innocence, soft and wounded, as if he had never hurt anyone in his life. Sherry sat beside my hospital bed.
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