My Dad Just Passed Away, But I Couldn't Wait to Donate His Organs

The moment that my father passed away, I immediately signed to donate all his organs because after my father died in the previous life, his three illegitimate children came to my house with my father's will and a team of lawyers to force me to give them all the property.

"Now, Mr. Wendell’s illegitimate children also have equal inheritance rights!"

"The will says that all the money is ours!"

They took away 10 billion in cash with that piece of paper, leaving me only an overseas company. Even worse, I only found out that the company owed 1 billion in debt when I took office. I was struggling to pay back the debt, while they had parties, luxury cars and lived a life of luxury.

Later, because I couldn't pay back the debt, the debt collectors cruelly chopped off my hands and feet and hanged me on a tree. In the end, I died in agony.

Before I died, I saw my father, who had died a long time ago.

He smiled and said to the three illegitimate children, "I was really smart. I thought of faking my death so that you could inherit the legacy."

"And you didn't have to bear the mess of the overseas company. It was a win-win situation!"

When I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the day when Mr. Wendell pretended to be dead.

I told the doctor directly, "I want to donate all my father's organs as a contribution to our society."

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I signed on the spot as I said to the doctor, "Please donate the organs!"

The doctor praised me excitedly for being a good person.

"Mr. Wendell was always known as an ambitious businessman and philanthropist. Now he wanted to contribute to society after his death. He was truly admirable!"

I smiled slightly and glanced at Mr. Wendell lying behind me. Keep pretending if you still dared to do it then, Mr. Wendell. In my previous life, he pretended to be dead and tricked me.

Then, his three illegitimate children came out of nowhere. They all said that they wanted to inherit Mr. Wendell's legacy with a shitty will.

"We are Dad's children and have equal inheritance rights. You couldn't defy the law!"

Not only that, but they also called lawyers and reporters to put me on a moral high ground. If I didn't agree, I would have been a sinner for all eternity. Under pressure from everyone, I had to agree. I gave up all my father’s property in America, only to inherit an overseas company.

I thought my father had a conscience, but I almost passed out when I saw the company’s details. That company owed 1 billion. After those people knew I inherited it, they chased me off like crazy.

And what about them?

They were living a life of luxury in America, while I was alone in a foreign country and was being chased for debts. Eventually, the debt collectors eventually chose to cut off my limbs and hang me on a tree because of it.

When my corpse was found, my body was already rotten, covered with maggots. My father’s three illegitimate children then appeared in front of me as they arrogantly smiled, spitting over my dead boy.

Not long after that, my supposedly dead father came back to life again and said proudly, "Wasn't my plan better? I faked my death and passed on my property to you and let her bear the debt."

"That was good, she was dead and we didn't have to pay back the money."

"From now on, we just have to enjoy ourselves."

So, the first thing I did after my rebirth was to sign to donate all of my father’s organs.

After signing the donation form, I said to Mr. Wendell, "Dad, don't worry. I would do what you told me to do. After you died, I would donate all your organs and contribute your last bit of strength to society!"

Other family members also came, crying and kneeling to thank him for donating his organs. The reporter carried a camera to record the last glorious deeds of this national philanthropist. Meanwhile, my father was lying on the metal bed as stiff as a dead person.

I couldn’t help but sneer as I thought, ‘If you really try to pretend to be dead, you’d better be like this until the very fucking end!’

Furthermore, I arranged a live broadcast for public prayer to give my father some strength. His eyelids were slightly shaking. Mr. Abraham Wendell surely knew that he couldn’t get out of this easily.