My Husband Wants to Fake His Death to Accompany His Mistress

Moreover, this matter would become evidence for them to accuse me in the future.

Nancy ran over anxiously. She didn't even have time to take off the curls on her head. It seemed that she was in a beauty salon. When she saw that Harry was still intact on the hospital bed, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she slapped me in the face. "You bitch, my son was killed by you, and you still want to cut his belly open?"

"If anyone dares to hurt my son today, I will kill his whole family!"

Nancy kicked the staff out in an overbearing manner. "No, no. We won’t donate organs!"

Although the people at the Organ Donor Service felt sorry, they had no choice but to leave.

Jack breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up the white cloth and covered Harry.

Nancy sat on the sofa next to me, pointed at me, and shouted, "You bitch, why don’t you feel sad about your husband’s death? Don't you want to cremate him as soon as possible? How can you donate his organs? Do you want my son to be cut into pieces?"

"If you want to do something good, donate it yourself. You can go to hell now. I'll donate all of it!"

I covered my face and sobbed. "Mom, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I just wanted to..."

Before I could finish speaking, Nancy slapped me again. "You can't even think about it. Go back now. I'll send my son to the crematorium later."

I stopped talking and knelt on the floor, obediently handing the glass of water Jack had brought me to Nancy. Nancy did not suspect anything and her mouth was dry from nervousness and cursing. She drank the water in one go.

Jack wanted to stop her, but it was too late.

Less than two minutes after she finished drinking, Nancy fell asleep. Jack broke out in a cold sweat again. He stammered, "Lynn, you're not going to donate organs again, are you?"

I shook my head and laid Nancy flat on the sofa. "How could that be? Mom said no. Of course, I wouldn't do it again."

Jack breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm afraid something bad will happen to Aunt Nancy. You'd better take her to the emergency room as soon as possible. I'll arrange Harry's cremation in person."

"No. How can I trouble you with this kind of thing? You're a doctor, and you know more than me. You should take care of my mother. I'll send Harry to cremation." With that, I contacted the crematorium and asked the staff to come over immediately.

Jack was still trying to refuse. "There's no hurry. Let’s wait for Aunt Nancy to wake up, Harry won't run away."

I said directly, "Jack, Harry is dead. The dead are not as important as the living. You are as close as brothers. Not only are you not sad at all today, but you also say such strange things every time. What do you want?"

Jack was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He kept trying to wake Nancy up, but she was like a dead pig no matter how hard he shook her.

When the people at the crematorium had pushed Harry away, Jack finally couldn't stand it anymore. He pulled my sleeve and said in a hoarse voice, "Lynn, I... I just saw Harry move. Let's try to save him again."

I showed the death certificate to Jack and said, "Jack, think about it carefully before you speak. Have you ever considered what kind of responsibility your hospital will take if Harry is really alive?"