Seeing my refusal to believe him, Ethan frowned.
“Doctors are just human, not gods. Who can guarantee a cure every time?”
“Blame him for doing too many bad things in life—God must’ve had enough and called him home!”
“He didn’t do good deeds while alive, so stop hogging medical resources now that he’s dead. Sign the papers and claim the body.”
Ethan’s mother had died giving birth to him, and Mr. Hayes had raised him single-handedly through blood, sweat, and tears.
Just two years ago, a mudslide caused a beam to collapse, and Mr. Hayes had miraculously held on despite grave injuries.
Ethan had been unharmed, while his father had nearly lost his life.
On our wedding day, Ethan had knelt before his father in tears, saying his greatest wish was for him to live a long life.
And now, he cursed him for deserving death?
“Oh, and don’t forget to sign the heart donation consent form. It’s an honor for him to save Buddy’s life.”
For a moment, I wondered if Ethan’s soul had been swapped with someone else’s.
Looking at his disdainful expression, I still couldn’t help but ask,
“Did you even look at the patient carefully?”
Chloe poked her head out from behind Ethan, patting her chest with mock fear.