Chapter 11
Coming out of the morgue, Jovan saw Ernesto.
He stood at the door, looked inside, and his expression was somewhat unnatural. “Is mom dead?”
Jovan simply said, “She will be back in a few days.”
Ernesto remained silent and walked into the morgue, lifting the covered white cloth.
Despite being well–prepared, he still paled a few shades, his eyes suddenly turned red, and then he turned his head and ran away without saying a word.
In Denisse’s hospital room, her anesthesia gradually wore off.
She touched the area over her heart, her face looking somewhat perplexed. “In the future, will I be like a normal person?”
Jovan nodded.
Denisse immediately shed tears of gratitude and looked at Sir Hubbard and Madam Hubbard, saying, “Dad, Mom, Jovan, thanks to all of you.”
The ward was filled with a joyful atmosphere.
Denisse wiped her eyes and suddenly asked, “Where is my sister?”
“I got better from my illness, and I’m sure my sister would be very happy. I want to tell her.”
Jovan’s face changed slightly.
Sir Hubbard snorted disdainfully, “Who knows where she went after you entered the operating room? She hasn’t shown up since then, clearly not caring about you, her own sister.”
A hint of understanding flashed in Denisse’s eyes.
She was still worried and asked Jovan, “Jovan, is sister angry with me?”
Jovan didn’t know what to say.
No matter how he explained, it was a fact that Sarahi’s identity died, it was set in stone.
He did not answer, but instead comforted, “Take a good rest.”
And then he left the ward.
At night, Sir Hubbard went out to smoke.
! saw the nurse tidying up the adjacent ward, which was empty.
Sir Hubbard couldn’t help but ask, “Where are the people inside?”
The nurse shook her head and said, “I don’t know, I’m just here to clean the room. Are you a patient’s family member? She seems to have left a note on the bed, you can take it.”
Speaking, the nurse handed over a piece of paper.
Sir Hubbard picked it up and took a look.
It turned out to be a typing examination form.
The above results showed that Sarahi’s heart and Denisse were a perfect match.
On a cold night, the cigarette in Sir Hubbard’s hand trembled.
“What is this…”
The nurse thought he couldn’t understand and explained, “It’s a matching form, both the donor and the recipient are a good match.”
Sir Hubbard’s hand began to tremble.
He incredulously flipped through the sheet, checking it over and over again,
The names Sarahi and Denisse written above are clear and explicit.
In an instant, he remembered all the checks Sarahi had done before.
I remembered the examination form she left at the entrance of the ward, and I remembered the body covered with a white cloth outside the operating
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room.
The wind blew open the white cloth, revealing the birthmark on those hands, so familiar, so well–known.
Sir Hubbard’s hand trembled, and the paper fell to the ground.
He walked shakily, turned his head towards the morgue, and almost fell down along the way.
As the doors of the morgue were pushed open, Sir Hubbard saw Sarahi lying motionless on the body rack. His face turned completely pale, and he staggered and fell down.
Jovan, who hurriedly arrived, supported the person, blocking his line of sight, and wanted to explain.
Sir Hubbard pushed him aside and finally burst out, “What’s going on?”
Jovan fell silent.
Sir Hubbard questioned, “You said you found a matched heart, is the matched heart Sarahi’s?”
“What did you do!”
Sir Hubbard collapsed and shouted loudly, landing a heavy punch on Jovan’s face.
Jovan endured silently.
He wiped away the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth and explained, “Deni’s condition was very bad, waiting for a matched heart was too
difficult,”
“So you just let Sarahi die? No matter how bad she was, she was my daughter and your wife!”
Jovan looked up and glanced at Sir Hubbard.
“This is the only way to save Deni. If you were the one making the choice, would you do it?”
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