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

Mr. Wendell knew that he had to wake up. After all, he couldn’t die easily. Otherwise, the will couldn’t take any effect. Besides, my father would then get his liver and kidneys taken away from his body if he didn’t wake up at this very moment.

Obviously, this was always a dilemma.

At that moment, a few people came in and shouted at me, "You can’t donate Mr. Wendell’s organs!"

I looked at the people and immediately recognized that they were my father’s illegitimate children who had arrived.

In fact, I had felt something was fishy before.

My father, who valued ability so much, had actually recommended these three unknown people to join the company. Even more shocking, they were directly parachuted into the position of manager as soon as they came in. Thanks to this decision, my father had offended many senior executives.

Nevertheless, my father insisted on this by claiming that those people were the backbone of the future, saying, "The company also needs to introduce some fresh blood."

It turned out that this blood meant his blood.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

"How could you do this?"

"That’s right, you can’t donate!"

"This was disrespectful to the dead!"

"You were the daughter of the late CEO, so how could you do this to your father? You were simply an ungrateful daughter!"

Ah, was this another moral shaming thing again? Honestly, I couldn’t give a damn.

"I’m just taking care of my father, so why should you have an opinion on this?"

"Besides, I’m trying to fulfil my father’s philanthropic wish. What more couldn’t you understand?"

I told them that my father cared about society, paid attention to vulnerable groups all year round and did a lot of charity.

"You need to know that he visited lonely elderly people every year. He often told me that as an entrepreneur, he should give back to society as well. This donation was also what he mentioned to me. I am just following his wishes. How could you use this to make a fuss?"

They were speechless.

The family members who were preparing to accept the donation were also helping me, agreeing as they said, "Yes, the late Mr. Wendell was a very good person."

"He also spoke very softly when he saw us. The late Mr. Wendell was a very polite man."

"Yes, he gave us bonuses before."

Everyone was praising my dad’s way of dealing with people, almost praising him to the sky.

I also took the opportunity to say, "Speaking of which, you were also senior executives of the company. You had received my dad’s kindness in the past. Didn’t you even satisfy my dad’s wishes when he was alive?"

"Since you are here, sign this donation agreement form together. Don’t worry, just as a witness."

Everyone was making a fuss. The three illegitimate children looked embarrassed. But what was even more embarrassing was Mr. Wendell.

In front of so many people, Mr. Wendell saw his three favorite illegitimate children signing to donate all his organs. What would their reaction be? I was really looking forward to it!

I handed him the pen as I told all of my father’s illegitimate children, "Sign the form, please."

The illegitimate children looked at each other.

After a long pause, they said that the chairman had been in poor health when he was alive, saying, "Don’t you think that it’s irresponsible to donate organs like this?"

"Yes, what if something went wrong with the donation? This was not good."

"I think we should be more cautious about this matter."

I sarcastically said, "You knew a lot about my father."

They looked embarrassed.

"The late Mr. Wendell was very good to us, so we clearly knew."

Suddenly, I came to a realization.

I told them, "My father, Mr. Wendell, really liked you. Especially you, George. He asked me to treat you well and let me transfer the estate in the western suburbs to you as an act of gratitude since you saved him in the past."

That was what my father had said when he introduced the third child to the company. Then, I remembered that my father started to put his the first two sons for their so-called abilities.The senior management strongly criticized my father’s move. In fact, they threatened to resign.

Soon, my father knew that he had to be careful and created a way for the third son to get into the company.

"Since he had saved my life, it’s okay to arrange for him to join the company, right?"

This time, I repeatedly emphasized this point and said to George I would give him a considerable amount of cash.