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?

Bianca felt even more guilty after Kallie’s accusations.

She knelt on the ground, bowing her head repeatedly and apologizing, refusing to get up no matter how much I tried to pull her.

I was in a rage, and I wanted to immediately uncover the white cloth to reveal the truth.

But if I did that, all my plans would be in vain.

So I had to hold back.

At that moment, a commotion suddenly came outside the room.

A large group of young people, all holding smartphones, ran into the room.

I had secretly informed Griffin’s students about the body donation and how he wanted his body to be used for medical teaching.

Some students took leave, others skipped class, all coming to witness this grand moment.

A girl with a ponytail and glasses pushed her phone’s camera in front of everyone and asked.

"Excuse me, has Mr. Whitney’s body donation ceremony started? We are his students and want to record this significant moment to post on the school’s promotional website.”

"Mr. Whitney is truly great. He dedicated his life to teaching, and after his passing, he chose to return to the school as our body donor, which is incredibly touching. I’ll set up a special section for Mr. Whitney in our school journal to highlight his selfless dedication," one student said.

"Which one of you is Mr. Whitney’s family? We also want to interview you. It’s thanks to the support of the family that Mr. Whitney could make this heroic behavior. You’re all wonderful, and I’ll make sure to publicize this. Maybe it will even make the headlines!" another student added.

...

The students coming in kept talking, recording, taking photos, and live-streaming.

Their enthusiasm left Bianca’s mother-in-law and the mistress dumbfounded.

Noticing their changing expressions and silence, I stepped in quickly to defuse the situation.

"These students are here because I invited them. They are very grateful for Griffin’s contributions and want to record this great moment," I said.

"Don’t blame Bianca. Griffin was also my teacher. He mentioned in an interview that he wanted to donate his body to the school for medical teaching. I just wanted to help him fulfill his wish, which is why Bianca signed the donation agreement.

"Moreover, I’ve asked the hospital and the school, and they don’t mind live-streaming the donation ceremony. Griffin had some fame while alive, and after making such a significant decision, how could we quietly donate his body without letting people know?

"Griffin often looked after me while he was at school. I’m as heartbroken as Bianca over his accident, but as the living, we can’t ignore the wishes of the deceased."

As I spoke, tears streamed down my face, making it seem as if I was truly overwhelmed with grief.

Bianca’s mother-in-law, who had been furious and was about to drag Bianca to vent her anger, found herself unable to continue when faced with me and the students.

She and Cecilia exchanged glances, both speechless.

After all, my face was full of tears and sorrow.

They found it difficult to continue their outburst against me.

Seeing that they were no longer making a scene, I signaled the medical university staff to handle Griffin’s body quickly.

"Griffin died in a car accident, so his body might be a bit disfigured. Please repair it before using it."

The staff waved their hands hurriedly.

"It’s no trouble at all. The body donors in our university haven’t been updated for over ten years, and students have been complaining. Mr. Whitney’s donation is a relief to us! I’ll report to the leaders and arrange for students to show our respect to him every year."