Dad Wants Me to Donate Bone Marrow to His Mistress's Son

Dad wanted me to donate bone marrow to the son he had with his mistress. In my previous life, I refused. After the boy died of his illness, his mother stabbed me to death. My father signed a letter of forgiveness as the victim's family member. Before long, that woman was released from prison. They had another child and carried on with their lives. My mother, meanwhile, soon died of illness after losing her only daughter.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment my father had first come to beg me. This time, I laid a transfer agreement on the table.

"I'll donate bone marrow, but you have to transfer both of your properties, your fifty million in savings, and thirty percent of your company's shares into my name."

The little boy was still bleeding from the nose in the hospital bed. Beside him