Queenie went back home to Ashere as though she was alone. She opened the door to an empty room.She had tears in her eyes as she walked to the bed where I had spent the last years of my life.She searched through the entire house, turning over every drawer and cabinet until she finally found a shirt I used to wear."Niels, I miss you so much." She buried her face in the shirt, inhaling deeply. Her tears fell onto the fabric against her control. "If only you had told me earlier that you had already lost a kidney while saving me… If I had known, I would never have let you donate your kidney to Francis. You were my husband. You were the most important person to me."Hearing her say these words stirred a strange mix of emotions in me. I would have wanted to hear her say this when I had been alive. But it was too late. Her love had come too late.…In the days that followed, Queenie resumed her usual work routine. However, she would often try to visit Leroy during her free time. Yet
"Son, look at the kind of woman you've married! It's bad enough that she was a widow, but now she's even bullying your mother. Your father died young, and I worked so hard to raise you. "I'm telling her not to work for her own good! She's not getting any younger. If she doesn't give birth to my grandson soon, what was the point of you marrying her?"Laura's tears tugged at Francis' heart. Being the devoted son he was, he immediately sympathized with her. "Queenie, don't push it. Whatever the case, she's my mother. She raised me on her own. You should treat her better," he scolded Queenie."But she wants me to quit my job, Francis! You know how much my career means to me," Queenie retorted tearfully, looking at him, desperately hoping that he might stand up for her.Francis impatiently waved his hand. "Queenie, you're a woman. Why do you even need a job? My mother's right. Your priority is to give my family a grandson."I watched Queenie's eyes widen in disbelief at Francis' wor
I watched as Queenie stared blankly at her bleeding hand. She didn't call a nurse for help. Instead, she kept crying."Niels, I miss you. I really miss you. I was wrong, so terribly wrong. I lost you for someone like this."I couldn't accept Queenie's apology. Despite everything, and even though I no longer loved her, I didn't want to see her being hit.But now, I was nothing more than a pitiful ghost whom no one could see or hear. I couldn't help her in any way.When Queenie asked Francis for a divorce, he seemed frightened. He immediately kneeled and begged her not to leave him. In the end, Queenie's heart softened, though I couldn't shake the feeling that Francis wasn't truly remorseful.Queenie visited my grave when the anniversary of my death came around. However, she only watched from a distance since my mother and Leroy were there.Over the years, she had bought gifts for Leroy, but he had always refused them. Queenie had been a poor excuse for a mother; because of my disa
As Queenie looked at Francis and Laura, she suddenly laughed and cried bitterly at the same time. "Francis, how could I have been so blind to think you were a good person back then? Do you even remember what you told me when you proposed?"Francis shrugged indifferently. "Fine, I know you're full of complaints. You're always going on about how I treat you poorly. "But wasn't that dead husband of yours good to you? He even gave up his life for you. And yet, you got him killed. Queenie, you have no right to judge me."At his words, tears welled up in Queenie's eyes and fell uncontrollably. "Yes, I know that. Everything that's happened to me now is what I deserve. It's karma. But, Francis, you'll get your karma, too." With that, Queenie left in despair.I thought she would go to the police, but to my surprise, she went to Mom's house. She knelt outside the door, bleeding, begging for a chance to see Leroy. She stayed there on her knees all night long until her lips turned purple fr
When Queenie Jorian, the mother of my son, Leroy Pattinson, held a kitchen knife to the little boy's neck, my mind went blank. I never imagined Francis Show being more important than even our son to her."Niels Pattinson, are you going to donate your kidney or not? If you don't, I'll finish off your son with this knife, then take myself out after," Queenie threatened, holding Leroy as she stood at my bedside, her eyes full of cold determination."Dad, I'm scared. Mom, please don't hold the knife. I'm scared…"Dad, save me!"Our five-year-old son was sobbing uncontrollably."Queenie, do you have any conscience at all? I'm paralyzed because I was hit by a car while trying to save you. And now, you want me to give my kidney to that guy friend of yours? Can't he just wait for some other donor with a compatible kidney?"Queenie's expression was icy. The knife she pressed against Leroy's neck left a faint red line. "He can't. Francis is in the late stages of kidney failure. What am I
Stunned, the doctor, Timothy Westin, quickly called Queenie to explain the situation. "Ms. Jorian! What in the world is going on? Why doesn't your husband have another kidney? He's in critical condition. You need to bring back the kidney that was just removed.""What? Dr. Westin, are you serious? Did Niels tell you to say this? I knew he wouldn't be so generous. Tell him we're not giving it back. Francis is already preparing to undergo the transplant surgery. How selfish can Niels be to want his kidney back now?"With that, Queenie hung up, furious.Although I was still under anesthesia, my mind was strangely alert, perhaps due to how close I was to death.I heard Timothy desperately calling Queenie, explaining that there might still be a chance to save me if she returned the kidney in time.However, Queenie refused to believe him. She was convinced that I was conspiring with Timothy to deceive her. She simply turned off her phone.But deep down, I knew that Queenie was utterly
I knew very well that everything Francis said was just empty words. He always put on this weak, "sensitive" act; only Queenie would fall for it."Don't worry about him. Stop overthinking it. Our marriage had issues long before you came along. I'm just so tired. Honestly, I get irritated every time I'm around Niels. I know I shouldn't feel that way since he saved me... Sometimes, I even wish he hadn't—"Before Queenie could finish, Francis interrupted her. "Queenie, don't think like that. You're a good woman. You haven't done anything wrong. Everyone has the right to pursue happiness. You've done more than enough."He then let out a cough, which prompted Queenie to rush for the doctor.The doctor checked Francis and reassured Queenie. "Miss, rest assured, your husband is fine now." He then added to Francis, "Mr. Show, I envy you for having such a chance."My soul stood by Queenie, watching as she remained silent, not denying a thing. The look she exchanged with Francis was full of
As Queenie looked at Francis and Laura, she suddenly laughed and cried bitterly at the same time. "Francis, how could I have been so blind to think you were a good person back then? Do you even remember what you told me when you proposed?"Francis shrugged indifferently. "Fine, I know you're full of complaints. You're always going on about how I treat you poorly. "But wasn't that dead husband of yours good to you? He even gave up his life for you. And yet, you got him killed. Queenie, you have no right to judge me."At his words, tears welled up in Queenie's eyes and fell uncontrollably. "Yes, I know that. Everything that's happened to me now is what I deserve. It's karma. But, Francis, you'll get your karma, too." With that, Queenie left in despair.I thought she would go to the police, but to my surprise, she went to Mom's house. She knelt outside the door, bleeding, begging for a chance to see Leroy. She stayed there on her knees all night long until her lips turned purple fr
I watched as Queenie stared blankly at her bleeding hand. She didn't call a nurse for help. Instead, she kept crying."Niels, I miss you. I really miss you. I was wrong, so terribly wrong. I lost you for someone like this."I couldn't accept Queenie's apology. Despite everything, and even though I no longer loved her, I didn't want to see her being hit.But now, I was nothing more than a pitiful ghost whom no one could see or hear. I couldn't help her in any way.When Queenie asked Francis for a divorce, he seemed frightened. He immediately kneeled and begged her not to leave him. In the end, Queenie's heart softened, though I couldn't shake the feeling that Francis wasn't truly remorseful.Queenie visited my grave when the anniversary of my death came around. However, she only watched from a distance since my mother and Leroy were there.Over the years, she had bought gifts for Leroy, but he had always refused them. Queenie had been a poor excuse for a mother; because of my disa
"Son, look at the kind of woman you've married! It's bad enough that she was a widow, but now she's even bullying your mother. Your father died young, and I worked so hard to raise you. "I'm telling her not to work for her own good! She's not getting any younger. If she doesn't give birth to my grandson soon, what was the point of you marrying her?"Laura's tears tugged at Francis' heart. Being the devoted son he was, he immediately sympathized with her. "Queenie, don't push it. Whatever the case, she's my mother. She raised me on her own. You should treat her better," he scolded Queenie."But she wants me to quit my job, Francis! You know how much my career means to me," Queenie retorted tearfully, looking at him, desperately hoping that he might stand up for her.Francis impatiently waved his hand. "Queenie, you're a woman. Why do you even need a job? My mother's right. Your priority is to give my family a grandson."I watched Queenie's eyes widen in disbelief at Francis' wor
Queenie went back home to Ashere as though she was alone. She opened the door to an empty room.She had tears in her eyes as she walked to the bed where I had spent the last years of my life.She searched through the entire house, turning over every drawer and cabinet until she finally found a shirt I used to wear."Niels, I miss you so much." She buried her face in the shirt, inhaling deeply. Her tears fell onto the fabric against her control. "If only you had told me earlier that you had already lost a kidney while saving me… If I had known, I would never have let you donate your kidney to Francis. You were my husband. You were the most important person to me."Hearing her say these words stirred a strange mix of emotions in me. I would have wanted to hear her say this when I had been alive. But it was too late. Her love had come too late.…In the days that followed, Queenie resumed her usual work routine. However, she would often try to visit Leroy during her free time. Yet
When Queenie got close to my corpse, tears slowly filled her eyes."No… it can't be. Niels, there's no way you could be dead." Queenie choked, her voice trembling as her emotions surged. Somehow, she found the strength to pull herself free from Mom's grip. She stormed into the office to confront the doctor who had operated on me."Timothy! Get out here! I need an explanation. How could my husband be dead? He only lost one kidney!" Queenie grabbed Timothy by the collar, nearly ready to fight him.Timothy was frustrated too, having been caught up in this mess without warning. He threw a CT scan of my kidneys in Queenie's face."Ms. Jorian, some things shouldn't be said lightly. Your husband was already missing a kidney before. As his wife, how did you not know that? And you're blaming me?"I called you so many times right after he passed away. I told you he wouldn't die as long as you brought his kidney back in time. And yet, you insisted I was lying."Now that he's dead, this ha
I knew very well that everything Francis said was just empty words. He always put on this weak, "sensitive" act; only Queenie would fall for it."Don't worry about him. Stop overthinking it. Our marriage had issues long before you came along. I'm just so tired. Honestly, I get irritated every time I'm around Niels. I know I shouldn't feel that way since he saved me... Sometimes, I even wish he hadn't—"Before Queenie could finish, Francis interrupted her. "Queenie, don't think like that. You're a good woman. You haven't done anything wrong. Everyone has the right to pursue happiness. You've done more than enough."He then let out a cough, which prompted Queenie to rush for the doctor.The doctor checked Francis and reassured Queenie. "Miss, rest assured, your husband is fine now." He then added to Francis, "Mr. Show, I envy you for having such a chance."My soul stood by Queenie, watching as she remained silent, not denying a thing. The look she exchanged with Francis was full of
Stunned, the doctor, Timothy Westin, quickly called Queenie to explain the situation. "Ms. Jorian! What in the world is going on? Why doesn't your husband have another kidney? He's in critical condition. You need to bring back the kidney that was just removed.""What? Dr. Westin, are you serious? Did Niels tell you to say this? I knew he wouldn't be so generous. Tell him we're not giving it back. Francis is already preparing to undergo the transplant surgery. How selfish can Niels be to want his kidney back now?"With that, Queenie hung up, furious.Although I was still under anesthesia, my mind was strangely alert, perhaps due to how close I was to death.I heard Timothy desperately calling Queenie, explaining that there might still be a chance to save me if she returned the kidney in time.However, Queenie refused to believe him. She was convinced that I was conspiring with Timothy to deceive her. She simply turned off her phone.But deep down, I knew that Queenie was utterly
When Queenie Jorian, the mother of my son, Leroy Pattinson, held a kitchen knife to the little boy's neck, my mind went blank. I never imagined Francis Show being more important than even our son to her."Niels Pattinson, are you going to donate your kidney or not? If you don't, I'll finish off your son with this knife, then take myself out after," Queenie threatened, holding Leroy as she stood at my bedside, her eyes full of cold determination."Dad, I'm scared. Mom, please don't hold the knife. I'm scared…"Dad, save me!"Our five-year-old son was sobbing uncontrollably."Queenie, do you have any conscience at all? I'm paralyzed because I was hit by a car while trying to save you. And now, you want me to give my kidney to that guy friend of yours? Can't he just wait for some other donor with a compatible kidney?"Queenie's expression was icy. The knife she pressed against Leroy's neck left a faint red line. "He can't. Francis is in the late stages of kidney failure. What am I