The third year after my death.
My CEO wife's white moonlight relapsed, and at last she remembered her ex-husband, the only person whose bone marrow was a match.
To force me to come forward and donate again, she ordered her men to assault my older sister in public. My father was so furious he fell gravely ill and into a coma, and she even smashed my memorial table and portrait in front of my mother.
My mother knelt at her feet, weeping and begging in unbearable grief, but she kicked her away.
"You old hag, think setting up a memorial table will fool me? If he doesn't show up, I'll kill your whole family!"
In the end, my mother could no longer bear the torment and took her own life.
Just then, one of her subordinates brought her news of me.
"President Cheng, he's been dead for three years."
"He died after donating his heart to you."
