Chapter 3

Less than 30 minutes later, Lily returned.

She was out of breath as she hugged Jack in the hallway, saying happily:

"Jack, you're finally going to be okay."

Jack's eyes reddened at her words as he said softly:

"Lily, without you I'd rather give up this heart..."

Hearing this, Lily hugged Jack tighter and stood on her toes to gently kiss him. She vowed, "Don't worry, I'll definitely divorce Adam."

"I... only married him to spite you in the first place."

Even though this was common knowledge, hearing it from Lily's own lips still made my heart ache uncontrollably.

So this was how much she loved Jack.

So even after five years, I still hadn't managed to melt her icy heart.

While I was lost in thought, Lily had finished comforting Jack and told him to prepare for surgery. She went with Tom to change into scrubs and entered the operating room.

For Lily, a heart transplant was a simple procedure.

But when she saw the blood-covered body on the operating table, she still frowned:

"Tom, why wasn't the body cleaned up before being brought here?"

Tom froze, too nervous to look at Lily.

In the end, he stammered: "Dr. Lu, Mr. Song's donor was so hard to find."

"And, well, we wanted to ensure the heart stayed fresh..."

Hearing this, Lily said no more. She held out her hand to take the scalpel Tom passed her.

Just as she was about to make the first incision, she paused again.

I followed her gaze and realized Lily was looking at my hand. On the ring finger of my left hand was a diamond ring, stained red with blood.

I had designed this ring myself. I even made a matching women's wedding band for Lily when we got married.

But she had scornfully locked it away in a drawer and never worn it again.

"Dr. Lu, is something wrong?" Tom asked in confusion.

Lily shook her head. When she spoke again, her voice held a hint of pity.

"What a shame. His wife must be devastated," she said as she cut open my chest cavity.

Tom stood beside her, handing her instruments as he replied:

"And after examination, this man had a terminal illness. He didn't have long to live."

"It really is pitiful."

This time Lily didn't respond, but the atmosphere in the OR became even heavier.

I watched her from afar, suddenly remembering last winter when I had fallen terribly ill. I was so weak I couldn't even get out of bed. Lily was home at the time, but she only focused on her own work.

I suffered through a high fever all night. By the time I was rushed to the hospital, the doctors said I had nearly died.

But when I woke up, the first thing Lily did was berate me.

"You're a grown man, don't you know to speak up when you're not feeling well?!" She glared at me angrily. "Or were you just trying to get my attention?"

At the time, I was too weak to argue. She was the one who said not to bother her even if I was unwell.

I had listened to her, so why was she still angry?

Lily could show compassion for a complete stranger, so why was she so cold towards her husband of five years?

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