"If possible, I would rather be the one being killed. I would exchange one life for another..."
The surrounding patients sighed, lamenting how much Henry and my mother-in-law cared about me.
Paisley, my sister-in-law, with red eyes, handed him an insurance policy.
"Henry, this is the insurance policy that Paisley bought before she passed away. You are the beneficiary. Now I'm giving it to you."
"Once a person dies, they can't come back to life. If Paisley has a spirit in heaven, she hopes that you can pull yourself together again."
When I was pregnant with my second child, I did buy a personal accident insurance policy. It was Paisley, Paisley, who had persuaded me to buy it.
Per her, it would be the greatest blessing for the child in my belly if I could be safe and healthy.
But if I had an accident and lost my life, it could provide some security for the child. After all, there would be compensation.
I thought Paisley was right, so I signed the document.
The child had not been born yet, so the beneficiary was Henry.
People were surrounding Henry, including doctors, nurses, and unfamiliar patients' family members.