He Searched for Me, She Needed My Liver

It turned out he wasn’t incapable of being gentle—he simply chose not to be with me.

Ms. Anderson and I waited at the orphanage gates early, though no one else could see me.

Daniel Harris saw only the director waiting and forced down his anger as he asked,

“Where is Grace Miller?”

Ms. Anderson trembled as she replied,

“Mr. Harris, Grace is truly dead.”

Daniel sneered,

“Then what, that brat was conceived out of thin air? Lies have their limits.”

“Same as before—if Grace doesn’t show herself within ten minutes, I’ll gouge out an orphan’s eyes and throw him from the rooftop.”

Hearing this, Ms. Anderson dropped to her knees, begging,

“Mr. Harris, I’m not lying. Lily was born through an emergency C-section after Grace passed away. Please, spare these children.”

At those words, Sophia Lee’s eyes flashed with cruelty and satisfaction.

I remembered how, years ago, when she disfigured my body and dumped me in the mountains, she had whispered,

“This way, not even God could recognize you.

If you carry that child to term, how could I ever become Mrs. Harris?”

Daniel raised his eyes, and at his signal, a bodyguard dragged out a random orphan and blinded him.

I cried out desperately,

“I’m right here, Daniel, I’m right in front of you!

Don’t do this to these children—they are innocent!”

Ms. Anderson rushed forward to stop him but was kicked to the ground. She could only watch as the blinded orphan was thrown from the rooftop.

I tried again and again to catch the child as he fell, but my hands grasped only air. I could only watch in horror as his body hit the ground, blood spilling from his mouth.

Ms. Anderson crawled to the boy, holding him in her arms, and pointed at Daniel:

“No wonder Grace never let Lily acknowledge you. A man like you will get what’s coming sooner or later!”

Daniel stepped forward, breaking her finger with a snap, and wiped his hands as he said coldly,

“This was only the first. If Grace refuses to show herself, I’ll keep throwing more.

It’s just a liver donation for Sophia—yet she clings so tightly to her life.”

Sophia stood weakly, pretending to collapse into Daniel’s arms. She whispered,

“Mr. Harris, maybe Ms. Miller just doesn’t want to see me.

Why don’t we leave? I can’t bear to see so many children die because of her…

Even though I truly want to stay by your side forever.”

Daniel gently wiped away her tears.

“You really are kindhearted. Don’t worry—Grace’s liver will be yours.”

Then he motioned for his bodyguards to seize the orphans one by one, dragging them out of their rooms. Dusting his sleeves, he said to Ms. Anderson,

“I’ll give you ten more minutes to reach Grace.

If she doesn’t show up, you know what will happen to these six children.”

Ms. Anderson threw my death certificate at him, her voice panicked,

“What more do you want? I already told you, Grace is dead.

Why can’t you understand plain words?

You can check this certificate yourself if you don’t believe me.”

I stood in front of the children, but Daniel’s men passed right through me, dragging the orphans out one by one. Cries of agony filled the orphanage as their limbs were broken.

Their blood stained my vision red. I tried to grab a shovel to fight Daniel, but my hands passed through it again and again.

Sophia watched, her eyes brimming with triumph, pretending to faint into Daniel’s embrace.

He quickly caught her, speaking softly—