Before I could do anything, numerous creditors stormed in, demanding money from me. The total sum exceeded two million.
As I hesitated, Annie and Lilian pointed at me at the funeral, blaming me for insisting on eating strawberries and causing Logan's death.
I felt deeply guilty and promised to repay Logan's debts, vowing to honor him in my heart.
So I sold off my pre-marital property to repay a portion of the debts. However, Annie was diagnosed with kidney failure and needed a transplant to survive.
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By chance, I was a suitable donor, so I found myself on the operating table, donating a kidney with a sense of atonement.
In the following years, I lived as if in a nightmare. The pressure of the debts left me breathless, and Annie and Lilian didn't work, relying on me for support and often resorting to verbal and physical abuse.
If I didn't comply with their demands, they would cry and say, "You killed Logan, and now you want to kill us too?"
This went on for over a decade, and I had almost cleared the debts when I reached the end of my life.
I didn't fear death; instead, I smiled, knowing that at least in the afterlife, I could face Logan without any regrets.