Chapter 7
I was still lost in my memories when Mom walked into the bedroom alone and started rummaging for my phone number.
After hesitating for a long time, she finally dialed my number.
But I had already been dead for a week. How could I possibly pick up the phone?
Enraged, she began texting me.
“All I did was to have your brother perform surgery on you. Do you really have to get so mad that you’re ignoring my calls now? How dare you?
“If you’ve got the guts, don’t bother coming home! If you want to die, go ahead! Die somewhere far away!
“Don’t you dare think just because Yvonne’s backing you up, you’re invincible. When I get back, I’ll have her fired with a single word and see how you two keep sneaking around
then!”
I wanted to speak up for Yvonne and explain that she only helped me out of genuine kindness. But I couldn’t make a sound. All I could do was stomp my feet in frustration.
She was the only one who had ever shown me warmth, and I didn’t want her to suffer like
this.
“Mom, karma will come and get you,” I thought bitterly. “One day, the truth will surface; when it does, you’ll face the consequences you deserve.”
Noticing my lack of response, Mom finally started to panic.
Back when I was alive, I never dared ignore her messages, let alone her calls. Even picking
up a few seconds late would earn me a harsh scolding.
Visibly uneasy, she turned toward Sean and asked, “Are you sure Zachary’s only diagnosed with a regular brain tumor?”
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“I saw his CT scan myself,” he replied confidently. “It was just a tiny, ordinary tumor. It’s barely noticeable unless you look really hard. He’ll be fine after the tumor is removed.”
Only now did I finally realize why Mom never believed me and kept accusing me of lying.
What I had wasn’t some harmless little tumor. It was a malignant glioma–a deadly brain
tumor.
Perhaps Sean said that because he lacked the skill to read the scan properly, or maybe he just didn’t want Mom to get involved in my case.
But now that I was already gone, I didn’t want to dwell on his reasons.
hoped my body could at least rest in peace.
with Sean’s reassurance, Mom still wasn’t fully convinced. As soon as she came back, e tossed her luggage aside and rushed straight to the hospital.
She had access to my medical report. The moment she saw that I was diagnosed with
malignant glioma and required immediate surgery, she collapsed at her desk.
In a daze, she made her way to the morgue. But then she stood frozen at the door, unable to
go in.
Yvonne suddenly appeared in front of her. “Come on. Since you’re already here, I’ll take you to see Zachary’s body. You can sign the paperwork while you’re at it.”
“Very well,” Mom ground out, struggling to maintain her composure. “I’ll expose your lies myself. None of you will get away with this!”
Shoving both hands in her pockets, Yvonne couldn’t even be bothered with Mom. She stepped inside the morgue, opened the cold storage unit, then pulled out my body.
Mom faltered. I didn’t know if she was too scared to face me, or she just simply didn’t want
to be humiliated.
Seeing her still frozen, Yvonne said curtly, “Come on, the truth’s right here. Weren’t you
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I knew she was deliberately provoking Mom to keep her from backing out at the last second and abandoning me again.
Hearing this, Mom straightened up and strode toward the gurney. She yanked the white sheet off my body.
The moment my corpse was exposed, she stumbled backward.
“No! This can’t be real!” she screamed. “Zachary, quit the act! Get up!”
My eyebrows and hair were crusted with frost, my body pale and lifeless. As a hospital director, how could she not tell I was dead? She just refused to believe it.
She gathered the courage to come closer again and reached out to touch my face. But the second her fingers brushed my skin, she dropped to her knees and wept.
“I’m sorry, Zachary,” she cried out. “It’s all my fault. If only I had believed you… If I had asked Dr. Xanders to do your surgery, would you still be alive?”
Then she began slapping herself. “It’s my fault. I deserve this!”
If this had been before, I might’ve felt heartbroken seeing her like that. But now, watching her consumed by guilt, I couldn’t help but feel a bitter sense of satisfaction.
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