My Husband Lost His Mother's Kidney Transplant Money for His First Love

"Charlie, please..."

I was always assertive and never asked for help from anyone.

At that moment, I stood directly in front of Charlie in full view of everyone.

"At that moment, I stood directly in front of Charlie in full view of everyone.

"This donor kidney is the only one in the hospital, and Lillian can't delay it for long. If you don't go to the hospital with me now to pay and miss this kidney, your mom won't stand a chance..."

It was the peak dining time, a dozen tables of customers in the store looked at me coincidentally, and some even took out their cell phones to secretly take pictures.

Charlie's face flushed, and he came over to drag me in anger.

“Are you insane? You have to embarrass yourself, don't you?”

May pretended to be generous and was going to leave.

"Tiffany, don't you just not want Charlie to help me? Why can't you talk properly? Do you have to make Charlie embarrassed in front of so many people?"

She forced a smile, her tone aggrieved and pathetic.

"Charlie, forget it. I don't want to embarrass you.

"It's just a shame about this opportunity. You're such a good judge of the game, and you can certainly make a lot of money."

May pretended to be understanding, and she flattered Charlie, satisfying his pathetic self-esteem.

Sure enough, Charlie immediately hugged May tightly and only gave me an indifferent back.

"Tiffany, stop being so pretentious. Aren't you deliberately embarrassing me in front of so many classmates?

"How could I marry such an evil woman as you?"

With that, Charlie left the hotel with May in his arms.

As I cried and shouted at the top of my lungs, Charlie didn't look back at me.

It was when Lillian called me on the phone.

"Tiffany, please come back and see Patricia one last time..."

I turned around in panic and rushed like crazy to the hospital.

When I got to the hospital, Patricia had closed her eyes forever.

Lillian handed me a copy of Patricia's will. "Patricia finally asked me to get a notary and leave you the old house that's going to be demolished.

"She said Charlie was unreliable, and she was afraid that you would suffer in the future."

When I saw the scrawled signature on the will, I couldn't suppress my grief any longer and sat down in front of the hospital bed to cry.

I thought Patricia was saving herself by keeping the house, but it turned out she had left me a fortune.

I cried until I was almost dehydrated, until my eyes dried up like a dry well before I braced myself to take care of Patricia's funeral.

Charlie's phone remained turned off, and my WhatsApp kept alerting me of new messages as I contacted the funeral home alone.

May was celebrating with joy in our classmate chat group that she had won some money.

"Thanks to Charlie, who helped me fund the football lottery, and I won some money to buy an apartment. I'm in a good mood today, so I wish everyone good luck."

My classmates blessed May, complimenting her on how brilliant she was and Charlie's accurate prediction.

I clutched my phone, shaking with anger, and forced myself to type in the chat group.

Tiffany: [Today is the anniversary of Patricia's death. May, can you fall asleep in the new house that Patricia paid for with her life?]

May sent an aggrieved emoji. May: [Tiffany, it's okay that you hate me, but why did you curse Patricia to death?]

The next second, it showed that I had been kicked out of the chat group by Charlie, the group leader.

I felt desperate.

So why did Patricia, who was kind and compassionate, give birth to such a cold-blooded, selfish and stupid child as Charlie?

I sent Charlie the cremation time, but he didn't come to see Patricia one last time.

He bought a large bouquet of flowers to celebrate May's housewarming on Instagram.

The only thing on Patricia's body was a small white flower that I had brought for her.

As I came out of the crematorium, I carried Patricia's urn home just in time to run into Charlie, who was drunk.

"Do you know how much money I won? Over two million dollars!"

Charlie looked smug, as if he was bragging to me. "How many years do you have to work to make two million dollars? I just got that much money by lying down on my back!"

He stared at me contemptuously. "Don't look so serious. Now that I have money, I can send my mom to the best hospital in the capital for a kidney transplant in a few days.

"Give me the rest of the money at home. There's still ten days before the Hampton Cup race, and I'm going to win a few houses back."

I sneered, holding the urn up. "No. Patricia doesn't need it anymore, and you can give the money to May."

His face instantly turned somber, staring intently at the small square box in my hand, and suddenly bursting into a rage.

"Tiffany! It was fine for you to be so capricious before, because you were jealous of May, but now you're threatening me with an urn. Is my mom not good enough for you? Do you have a conscience?"