When He Hated Me the Most, I Died!

7

On the way back, Harris drove at an unprecedented speed.

His face was also grimmer than ever.

Before, I was only convinced that I didn't kill his white moonlight, but I really didn't know how much more was hidden in this matter.

Harris sped all the way and finally stopped at my doorstep.

The Madison Manor of the past was much more lonely now. Harris even didn't see a servant all the way in.

"Harris, you dare to come here!"

Troy grabbed his collar and punched him.

"Get away!"

Harris's expression was sullen, he said coldly, "I don't want to fight with you today. Tell me, how did Helena's heart come from!"

"How did it come from?"

Troy laughed maniacally, breaking the jar and reminding him, "Of course it came from your lover."

After that, he punched Harris again.

They wrestled together with red eyes.

I stood aside at a loss, unable to persuade or pull them apart.

"Stop!"

A familiar voice rang in my ears, and I almost burst into tears immediately.

It was my father, Leon. He has aged considerably, and his voice has grown weathered as well.

He took out a surgical contract from a few years ago and a donation contract that I had never seen before and threw them in front of Harris.

"Helena's heart was donated through legal channels. I gave the family 10 million dollar in gratitude after the fact. All the procedures are here. What else do you want to ask?"

"No way..."

Harris flipped through the documents with trembling hands, his face becoming paler and paler.

I also stood aside nervously, not knowing how to face such a reversal.

I was happy to be proven innocent.

But who can compensate me for my suffering over the past year?

"I don't believe it... I don't believe it."

Harris lost his mind and just kept repeating this sentence.

A moment later, the phone rang just in time.

"Mr. Clark..."

Oscar, on the other side, was a little hesitant.

"We... we found the Mrs. Clark's prenatal care report!"