My brother-in-law Griffin Whitney passed away unexpectedly. To pay off his debts, my elder sister Bianca Jefferson exhausted all her savings and even went into depression.

In a state of mental confusion, she got into a car accident and died on the spot.

At Bianca's funeral, Griffin who claimed to have been cremated, suddenly appeared, clamoring for Bianca's car accident compensation.

It turned out that Griffin faked his death to avoid debts. He eloped with his pregnant mistress Cecilia Harrison and now wanted to come back and get everything belonging to Bianca.

I was furious and wanted to seek justice for Bianca, but I ended up being set up by Griffin and his mistress, falling down the stairs. When I woke up, I had returned to the day Griffin faked his death and tried to escape.

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When Bianca and I arrived at the hospital, Griffin was already covered with a white cloth.

Bianca was devastated and wanted to see him one last time, but the doctor beside her stopped her.

He said that during his last breath, Griffin specifically told the doctor that he didn't want Bianca to see him after the car accident.

Bianca collapsed to the ground in tears, as if all the strength had been drained from her.

But I didn't feel any sadness because of the memories of my previous life.

They told me that Griffin wasn't dead. He was trying to fake his death to avoid debts and elope with his mistress.

Now this doctor said Griffin was dead. Could he be helping Griffin fake his death?

I suddenly remembered that the mistress Griffin eloped with in my previous life looked familiar.

After thinking, I finally recalled that this doctor was Wayne Harrison, the brother of Cecilia.

I remembered that at Bianca and Griffin's wedding, he and Cecilia were the best man and maid of honor.

Wayne saw Bianca's devastation and said softly.

"I’m sorry about it. Griffin died in an accident, so the body can only be stored temporarily in the mortuary. You should handle the funeral first and leave the cremation arrangements to me."

At first, I wondered how Griffin managed to fake his death so flawlessly with so many loopholes.

Thinking about it, I realized that they must be handling it when Bianca and I went home to solve his funeral arrangements.

I took out my phone and sighed.

"It’s not in a hurry to handle the funeral. We should preserve Griffin's body in formalin first and send it to Southwest Medical University."

Griffin was a professor at Southwest Medical University and had quite a few fans online. He once joked in an interview that he wanted to donate his body to his alma mater for medical teaching and become an honored body donor.

Unexpectedly, there was such a good chance. Since that was the case, I would fulfill his wish.

Wayne was shocked by my words.

He said, "I don't remember Griffin saying he wanted to donate his body to the school after his death."

I raised an eyebrow and showed him the interview video where Griffin had said this.

"Didn't he say it himself? He wanted to donate his body to the school after his death. It's his wish, and I just want to help him."

After Wayne watched the video, his face froze, and he looked helplessly at Bianca. Bianca seemed a bit angry after hearing my words.

"Bianca, what's wrong with you? Griffin took such good care of you at school, and now that he's gone, you're not sad at all. You're even eager to donate his body. How can you be so cold and heartless?"

I thought, Well, my silly Bianca, you are too naive. Otherwise, you wouldn't be unaware of how he deceived you.

Wayne chimed in quickly.

"There's no need to rush. Griffin cared a lot about his image. He probably wouldn't want to be a body donor for students to observe."

I glanced at Wayne, took Bianca's hand, and comforted her gently.

"Bianca, Griffin is already dead. Even if his body isn't donated, it will be cremated. Instead of that, why not let him contribute to his alma mater? I remember he often said he wanted to do that. As a teacher, he would surely want his body to have its final value."

After these words, I glanced at Wayne secretly.

Seeing that Wayne was getting restless, I knew he was involved in Griffin's fake death. Sensing it was a perfect chance, I paused and then said, "But I don't think Griffin is dead."

Before I could say something more, Wayne suddenly panicked.

"What do you mean? Are you questioning my professionalism as a doctor? Griffin was my good friend since childhood. If he wasn't dead, would I lie about it?

"If you don't believe me, you can check for yourselves."

Wayne had initially claimed that Griffin died in a car accident and that the death was rather brutal. He assumed that I, being a young girl, wouldn’t be so brave to lift the cloth. Actually, I could have uncovered the cloth right then and exposed Griffin's fake death. However, if I did that, Bianca would never learn the truth about her husband having an affair and a child.

With this in mind, I spoke calmly.

"I’m not questioning your professionalism. I just want to help Griffin fulfill his last wish. Besides, the video of Griffin saying he wanted to donate his body to the school had such high viewership. If we don’t donate it, we’d be accused of being untrustworthy by netizens and students. I’m sure you don’t want him to be discussed negatively after his death, right?"

I added, "Moreover, donating the body to the school as a body donor also extends his teaching philosophy in another way. Continuing his life in this manner is, in a way, a form of rebirth."

Bianca was touched by my words.

"Amiya, you’re right. I shouldn’t have been so narrow-minded. Donating the body to the school is also Griffin’s wish. It’s much more meaningful than just cremation. You’re right..."

As she spoke, she began to cry again.

I took out my phone and, with a heavy heart, called the academic office of Southwest Medical University.

"Hello, is this Southwest Medical University? I’d like to donate Griffin's body to you as a body donor. He passed away not long ago, so please come and handle it.

"He’s gone, and I’m also very sad. But he said he wanted to donate his body to his alma mater to help more students."

Hearing my words, Bianca cried sadly, completely drained of energy, and collapsed on the ground.

She grabbed my hand and choked with emotion.

"Amiya, you deserved Griffin’s great care. He would be very happy with your decision."

I tried to appear sorrowful and nodded at Bianca.

This time, I wanted to see how Griffin would escape and reunite with his mistress.

The body donors at Southwest Medical University had been in use for over a decade. Upon hearing about the new donation, the staff arrived within half an hour.

They were excited, shook hands with Bianca, and expressed their gratitude and sorrow. But Bianca, lost in grief over her husband’s death, couldn’t pull herself together.

I had to urge her to sign the papers quickly so that the staff could place Griffin’s body into a container for preservation.

Wayne, standing beside us, was so anxious that his forehead was full of sweat. He hid in a corner of the room, making phone calls, probably trying to find a way to get help.

Seeing his anxious demeanor, I couldn’t help but curl the corners of my lips.

The staff of the university prepared the paperwork for the body transfer while trying to comfort Bianca. However, Bianca had fainted from crying several times and couldn’t hear anything.

I knew she was very sad. Today was the fifth wedding anniversary for her and Griffin. Instead of a celebration, it had turned into a day of mourning. How could she bear that?

Before coming to the hospital, Bianca had been cooking Griffin’s favorite food.

She had planned to tell him today that she was willing to accept her mother-in-love Kallie Bruce’s suggestion to try in vitro fertilization.

Despite being married for so long, she hadn’t been able to conceive a child.

As a result, Kallie had often criticized her.

But Bianca had always been in poor health, and undergoing IVF required enduring more pain than usual.

I was puzzled when I learned that Bianca was willing to try in vitro fertilization.

But Bianca smiled and said.

"Although Griffin never says it, I know he always wants a child. I don’t want to make things difficult for him."

As she spoke these words, her eyes were filled with tenderness and love.

Yet Griffin was keeping a mistress secretly and had a child outside.

He even planned the fake death scheme with his mistress, causing Bianca to deplete her family’s assets to pay off his debts and eventually suffer from depression and a car accident.

Even then, the scumbag wasn’t satisfied. He showed up at Bianca’s funeral with his mistress and child, demanding her accident compensation money.

As the medical university staff was about to uncover the white cloth covering Griffin’s body, Wayne acted quickly and grabbed the staff member’s arm.

"You can’t touch Griffin’s body!"

I looked at Wayne with confusion.

"Why? The body donation papers have already been signed by Bianca. Besides, this is Griffin’s wish. Wayne, why do you keep stopping us?"

Wayne just wiped the sweat from his forehead and stammered without being able to utter a word.

I frowned and signaled the staff to continue.

At that moment, a sharp voice came from behind.

"How dare you touch my son’s body!"

It turned out to be Bianca’s mother-in-law Kallie, and behind her was a slim and fair-skinned woman who looked somewhat familiar.

I took a closer look and recognized her as Cecilia, Griffin’s mistress and childhood sweetheart.

Upon entering the room, Cecilia immediately began to criticize Bianca.

"Bianca, how could you decide to donate Griffin’s body to the school without telling the family? Griffin valued his dignity, and he would never want his body donated. You’re making it so he can’t rest in peace even after death.

"If Wayne had not learned about this and informed us in time, Griffin’s body would have been donated without our consent. Don’t you care about how this will make the elders feel?"

As soon as Cecilia finished speaking, Kallie stepped forward and slapped Bianca.

"You bitch! I see you did this on purpose to humiliate my son after he’s dead. My son used to protect you so much. I always said you should have divorced him. Maybe Griffin was killed by you!

"My son treated you so well, and instead of being grateful, you want him to be dissected naked. How can you be so heartless to make such a decision for your husband?"

Bianca was overwhelmed with grief.

She began to tremble uncontrollably after Kallie’s words.

But Kallie still seemed unsatisfied. She tried to pull at Bianca’s hair.

And I protected Bianca quickly.

I wondered, This is so strange. Shouldn’t the mother be more grief-stricken at her own son’s death? Why does she seem so indifferent?