Brother-in-Law Fakes Death to Escape Debt, Resulting in My Sister’s Death

My brother-in-law Griffin Whitney passed away unexpectedly. To pay off his debts, my elder sister Bianca Jefferson exhausted all her savings and even went into depression.

In a state of mental confusion, she got into a car accident and died on the spot.

At Bianca's funeral, Griffin who claimed to have been cremated, suddenly appeared, clamoring for Bianca's car accident compensation.

It turned out that Griffin faked his death to avoid debts. He eloped with his pregnant mistress Cecilia Harrison and now wanted to come back and get everything belonging to Bianca.

I was furious and wanted to seek justice for Bianca, but I ended up being set up by Griffin and his mistress, falling down the stairs. When I woke up, I had returned to the day Griffin faked his death and tried to escape.

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When Bianca and I arrived at the hospital, Griffin was already covered with a white cloth.

Bianca was devastated and wanted to see him one last time, but the doctor beside her stopped her.

He said that during his last breath, Griffin specifically told the doctor that he didn't want Bianca to see him after the car accident.

Bianca collapsed to the ground in tears, as if all the strength had been drained from her.

But I didn't feel any sadness because of the memories of my previous life.

They told me that Griffin wasn't dead. He was trying to fake his death to avoid debts and elope with his mistress.

Now this doctor said Griffin was dead. Could he be helping Griffin fake his death?

I suddenly remembered that the mistress Griffin eloped with in my previous life looked familiar.

After thinking, I finally recalled that this doctor was Wayne Harrison, the brother of Cecilia.

I remembered that at Bianca and Griffin's wedding, he and Cecilia were the best man and maid of honor.

Wayne saw Bianca's devastation and said softly.

"I’m sorry about it. Griffin died in an accident, so the body can only be stored temporarily in the mortuary. You should handle the funeral first and leave the cremation arrangements to me."

At first, I wondered how Griffin managed to fake his death so flawlessly with so many loopholes.

Thinking about it, I realized that they must be handling it when Bianca and I went home to solve his funeral arrangements.

I took out my phone and sighed.

"It’s not in a hurry to handle the funeral. We should preserve Griffin's body in formalin first and send it to Southwest Medical University."

Griffin was a professor at Southwest Medical University and had quite a few fans online. He once joked in an interview that he wanted to donate his body to his alma mater for medical teaching and become an honored body donor.

Unexpectedly, there was such a good chance. Since that was the case, I would fulfill his wish.

Wayne was shocked by my words.

He said, "I don't remember Griffin saying he wanted to donate his body to the school after his death."

I raised an eyebrow and showed him the interview video where Griffin had said this.

"Didn't he say it himself? He wanted to donate his body to the school after his death. It's his wish, and I just want to help him."

After Wayne watched the video, his face froze, and he looked helplessly at Bianca. Bianca seemed a bit angry after hearing my words.

"Bianca, what's wrong with you? Griffin took such good care of you at school, and now that he's gone, you're not sad at all. You're even eager to donate his body. How can you be so cold and heartless?"

I thought, Well, my silly Bianca, you are too naive. Otherwise, you wouldn't be unaware of how he deceived you.

Wayne chimed in quickly.

"There's no need to rush. Griffin cared a lot about his image. He probably wouldn't want to be a body donor for students to observe."

I glanced at Wayne, took Bianca's hand, and comforted her gently.

"Bianca, Griffin is already dead. Even if his body isn't donated, it will be cremated. Instead of that, why not let him contribute to his alma mater? I remember he often said he wanted to do that. As a teacher, he would surely want his body to have its final value."

After these words, I glanced at Wayne secretly.

Seeing that Wayne was getting restless, I knew he was involved in Griffin's fake death. Sensing it was a perfect chance, I paused and then said, "But I don't think Griffin is dead."

Before I could say something more, Wayne suddenly panicked.

"What do you mean? Are you questioning my professionalism as a doctor? Griffin was my good friend since childhood. If he wasn't dead, would I lie about it?

"If you don't believe me, you can check for yourselves."