บททั้งหมดของ He Took My Liver, Now He Wants Me Back: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I signed the discharge-against-medical-advice paperwork alone.I paid the hospital bill with my own bank card.I pressed one hand against my right side. The incision beneath the gauze was still seeping blood. Every step felt like the freshly sutured muscle was being torn open again.The nurse at St. John's Private Medical Center chased me to the elevator, urging me to stay at least another forty-eight hours for observation. I didn't look back. I just handed her the risk-acknowledgment form I'd already signed.When the elevator doors opened, Adrian's executive assistant, Matthew Reed, hurried over, carrying a bouquet of white roses and an expensive get-well basket."Mrs. Bennett, these are from Mr. Grant."He held the basket out to me, his tone careful yet carrying the practiced confidence of a man used to handling problems on his boss's behalf."Miss Moore has developed acute rejection after the transplant, so Mr. Grant can't leave her side right now. It's pouring outside. He said once

Adrian bent down and picked up the emergency report.The blood on the paper had long dried, but the edges were still stiff from the soaking."That's impossible."He stared at the diagnosis on the report, his voice still straining to hold steady."The transplant team told me that a healthy adult can regenerate after donating the right liver lobe. Elena can't die from this."Leon looked at him. "The doctors were talking about full monitoring, no postoperative hemorrhaging, and no severe emotional stress."Adrian's fingers began to tremble."She's terrified of pain. Even as a kid, a little cut on her finger meant I had to comfort her for ages. There's no way she left on her own."By the end, it sounded like he was trying to convince himself."She's putting on an act for me. She wants me to regret not going to pick her up."Leon didn't explain further. He simply said, "The coast guard will be contacting you soon."Adrian's head snapped up.After leaving the firm, he pulled every road recor

Adrian quickly collected himself and caught up to me."Elena, stop punishing yourself like this."His voice was so gentle it almost cracked, the same tender act he had always performed so well."You can hate me or take revenge on me, whatever you want. But don't throw yourself at Leon just to make me jealous. Come home with me. We can start over."He hadn't even asked what I'd been through these past three years.He simply assumed that every change in me still revolved around him.I gave a soft laugh and tightened my hold on Leon's arm."Mr. Grant, if your mental health is suffering, see a doctor. Mistaking a stranger for your dead wife isn't romantic."Leon stepped in front of me."Adrian, stop creeping out my fiancee."Now she'll have to wash her hands again when we get home because you touched her."Suppressed laughter rippled through the crowd.Adrian's jaw clenched, but he didn't argue. He had his seat moved so he was directly across from me, ate nothing all evening, and watched m

After the conference, Adrian conducted his first real investigation into the transplant surgery from three years earlier.He didn't send Matthew to make private inquiries. Instead, he hired an attorney to seek a court order preserving the evidence and filed a formal complaint with the hospital's ethics committee.When the sealed medical records were retrieved, the truth was uglier than he could have imagined.Celia's acute liver failure was not an unforeseeable illness.She had long been misusing a weight-loss drug known to damage the liver. Even after symptoms appeared, she deliberately concealed them until her condition deteriorated to the point where a transplant was the only option.More critically, in the week before the surgery, the organ-allocation system had produced two suitable deceased-donor liver matches for her.She had bribed the transplant coordinator, used "infection risk" and "family refusal" as pretexts to reject both matches, and destroyed some of the communications.

The metal blade clattered to the floor.Adrian's hand hung in the air.He stared at me, his chest heaving from the blood loss."Say something. Yell at me. Anything."His voice bubbled with blood, so broken it was barely audible."You can hate me. You can stab me again. Just don't look at me like that. Are you really not going to give me any chance at all?"I stood a few steps away from him."Mr. Grant, don't use self-harm to hold me hostage."I spoke in the same gentle tone he had used so often three years earlier:"I didn't ask you to stab yourself."Adrian's body jolted violently."You're a grown man. Why are you still throwing a tantrum like this?"I gave his words back to him, the very ones he had spoken to me over the phone in the rainstorm, word for word."If you want to hurt yourself, that's your choice. Don't make a mess at my engagement party."I tilted my head slightly, glancing at the spreading bloodstain on the carpet."You know I'm afraid of blood."The last trace of light