Chapter 4

Three days later, I received a notification from the hospital.

Serena Hayes had suffered acute kidney failure and was in critical condition.

I stood in the hospital corridor, looking at the red light above the emergency room.

Mrs. Knight sat on a bench, wiping away tears. She immediately stood up when she saw me.

She grabbed my hand: "Clara, you're finally here!"

I pulled my hand back, expressionless: "Mrs. Knight, what can I do for you?"

Mrs. Knight froze, a flicker of displeasure in her eyes, quickly replaced by a pleading look.

"Clara, you and Serena are sisters. Can you save her?"

I didn't speak, just watched her quietly.

"The doctors say your match is perfect. If you just donate a kidney..."

Before she could finish, the emergency room door opened.

Julian Knight walked out, his gaze complex as he looked at me.

"Clara."

He walked towards me. I instinctively took a step back.

He paused, softening his voice: "That slap the other night, I understand now."

I looked at him coldly: "You understand what?"

"You're mad I haven't paid attention to you before, right?"

He took a deep breath: "Clara, I know the Hayes family hasn't treated you well, but Serena is innocent."

"I promise you, if you save her, I will compensate you."

I heard the probing in his words.

In my previous life, I was manipulated after losing my memory. This life, my memory was intact, and they were trying a new strategy of emotional manipulation and tempting offers.

I said, expressionless: "Mrs. Knight, I also want to save her, but donating a kidney is a major surgery. I need to think it through carefully."

"I'll give you my answer in a week."

With that, I turned and left.

Behind me, I heard Mrs. Knight's hushed voice: "This girl isn't easy to fool anymore. Should we use the old method?"

Julian Knight was silent for a few seconds: "Wait a bit longer. Don't tip them off."

I gripped my phone tightly.

The recording was saved.

Leaving the hospital, I hailed a cab and headed straight for the city police station.

In the car, I reviewed the files on my USB drive.

It was only after I died in my past life that I learned the Knight family and Hayes family had conspired to keep me as a backup organ supply for five years.

Mr. and Mrs. Hayes had received millions of dollars in hush money from the Knights.

My stepmother had even proactively offered to "deliver the goods anytime."

This life, I would make them pay the price.

The taxi stopped in front of the police station. I got out and walked inside.

The front desk officer looked up at me: "Hello, can I help you?"

"I'd like to report an organ trafficking case."

My voice was calm, but it made the front desk officer pause.

"Please wait a moment."

He picked up the phone and spoke in a low voice.

Ten minutes later, a middle-aged man in plain clothes walked out.

"Follow me."

I followed him into an office.

He sat down, gesturing for me to take a seat: "I'm Detective Miller, head of a special investigation unit assigned by the state."

I nodded, pulling the USB drive from my bag.

"This contains a list of seventeen 'accident' victims Serena Hayes manipulated over five years."

Detective Miller took the USB drive, his brows furrowing.

"Every person was sent to a private hospital after their 'accident,' and declared beyond saving after their organs were removed."

I paused: "The Knight family's private hospital was the transplant facility. The Hayes family was responsible for identifying matching donors and staging the 'accidents.'"

Detective Miller plugged in the USB drive and quickly scanned the files, his expression growing more grim.

"We've been tracking this case for two years, but we've always lacked core evidence."

He looked up at me: "Why do you have all this?"

I calmly said: "Because I was supposed to be their next target."

Detective Miller narrowed his eyes: "You mean..."

"I can cooperate with you to lure them out."

I opened my phone and played the recording I made at the hospital.

Mrs. Knight's voice clearly echoed: "Should we use the old method?"

Detective Miller listened, silent for a long time.

"What are your terms?"

"Three."

I held up three fingers: "First, protection for my personal safety. Second, the arrest operation must happen before they perform any forced surgery. Third, afterwards, I want to completely disappear, change my name and identity, and leave this city."

Detective Miller looked at me, then finally nodded: "Agreed."