She Discovered Too Late

The Truth Came Too Late

My heart sank. "What are you trying to do?"

"Nothing." Sherry put her phone away. "Since you're so determined to donate your organs to strangers, I'll make sure those strangers never get them."

I stared at her.

"I'll have the hospital cancel your donor consent," she continued coldly. "Then, I'll use every resource the Bennett family has to keep you alive."

Her eyes hardened. "You'll suffer until you agree to save Mason."

I snapped, "You're insane!"

"You forced my hand," she replied. "Landon, you're too selfish. Because of your pathetic pride and resentment, you'd rather hurt innocent people."

Her voice turned colder. "You're just like you were back then. Cruel to the bone."

With that, she took Mason and left.

I lay in bed, shaking with rage.

…

That night, someone from the hospital came to inform me that my donation surgery had been canceled.

"We received a report questioning your mental state," the staff member explained. "Because of that, you may not be fit to make a donation decision. We'll need to reassess your condition for at least a month."

…

The next day, I was transferred to the best private hospital in Silverbrook.

My room was a VIP suite, and my attending physician was one of the country's top neurosurgeons.

Sherry stood in the room, watching me with cold eyes.

"Cooperate with the treatment," she ordered. "Once Mason's surgery is done, you can live or die however you want."

My hands clenched around the blanket. "Sherry, this is illegal confinement."

"Call it whatever you want." She gave a careless shrug. "I'm saving your life. Who's going to blame me for that?"

A bitter laugh tore out of me. "You're a monster."

Her expression did not change. She walked to my bedside and leaned down, her eyes locked on mine. "You made me one, Landon. If you had agreed earlier, none of this would have been necessary."

I gazed into her eyes and saw pure obsession.

She meant every word. And I knew she had the power to make it real.

"Fine." I closed my eyes. "I'll do it."

Stunned, Sherry asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"

I opened my eyes and met her gaze. "I said I'll save him, but I have one condition."

Her jaw tightened. "Name it."

I said, "After the surgery, stay out of my life. Don't interfere, don't make decisions for me, and don't try to dictate how I die."

For a moment, Sherry said nothing.

Then, she gave a slow nod. "Fine. I promise."

…

The next day, they wheeled me into the operating room.

Sherry stood by the doors, watching me with a complicated expression. "Landon…"

I didn't look at her. I only closed my eyes.

The surgery lasted four hours.

It was a success.

Once again, part of my liver was cut from my body and transplanted into Mason's.

After the operation, I was sent to the ICU.

Then, the monitors suddenly screamed.

A nurse shouted, "Code blue! The patient is in cardiac arrest!"

The heart monitor let out one long, flat tone.

My heart stopped beating as my soul gradually left my body.

Through the glass, I saw Sherry standing outside the ICU. She was speaking with the doctor, and the tension in her face had eased now that Mason's surgery had gone well.

When she heard I was dead, she only gave a faint grunt, and her brows pinched together for half a second.

That was all.

Then, a commotion broke out outside the ICU.

"Ms. Bennett! Ms. Bennett!"

It was her assistant.

"We found out what really happened seven years ago. All the evidence is here."

The assistant handed her a tablet.

Sherry took it and began scrolling.

With every passing second, the color drained from her face.

"No…" Her fingers tightened around the tablet. "That's impossible."