It was clear that Gideon just wanted someone else to take his place in donating a kidney.

With a smile, I told him my parents were out of the country and that he should just focus on donating his kidney.

Patting his pale face, I grinned. "The surgery is scheduled for tomorrow. Aren't you excited? You're about to save someone's life!"

His expression immediately darkened. "Why is it so soon?"

"Don't you want the patient to recover as quickly as possible?" I asked in confusion.

"I… do. Of course I do."

At a loss for words, Gideon forced a bitter smile.

But this was nothing compared to what he had done. His selfishness had cost a life in the past.

Now, it was just karma catching up with him.

The surgery went smoothly.

The patient's family brought over 20 thousand dollars, some supplements, and fruit to thank Gideon for his selfless donation.

I accepted everything without hesitation.

"Gideon's just too kind. If you ever need his help again, don't hesitate to ask. He'll donate blood, corneas, even a heart if needed! He can't go a day without helping someone."

As I returned to Gideon's shared hospital room, I was about to open the door when I heard a mechanical sound.

It was the sound I had been waiting for all this time.

"Congratulations on successfully helping others complete a righteous task. You've earned a reward of one million dollars. You can withdraw the money once your total reaches five million dollars!"

Meanwhile, Gideon, pale as a ghost, furrowed his brow. He was probably wondering why he hadn't received any notifications from the system.

I bet he hadn't accumulated five million dollars yet, or he wouldn't be working so hard at "helping others".

In my previous life, he earned one million dollars for each person he helped.

Unfortunately for him, after I was reborn, the system was bound to me.

I couldn't help but smile. After I entered the room, I took his bank card straight out of his wallet.

"Come on. Helping just one person isn't enough. You should donate the money in your bank account too. That way, even more people can truly recover."

I slipped the card into my pocket.

"No, that money isn't…" Gideon was so weak that even speaking had become an agonizing chore.

I set a bowl on the table. The broth inside was so thin it was basically just tinted water.

"Honey, eat up," I said with a smile. "You'll need the energy to recover!"

He sighed. "I want some barbecue ribs. I can't eat this."

"Honey, did you forget? This money is no longer yours. I'm donating it, so there won't be any left to buy ribs."

His eyes lingered on the fruit basket I had brought in, and he swallowed. "Then can you peel an apple for me?"

"Of course!"

I peeled six apples and shared them with the other patients in the room and next door.

Gideon waited for what felt like an eternity for me to feed him. Losing his patience, he demanded to know why it was taking me so long to finish peeling a single apple.

"I peeled everything. I already gave them to the other patients. You're so kind. I'm sure you won't mind sharing, right?"

Gideon's face turned an angry shade of red, but when he glanced at the smiling patient in the next bed, he bit back his frustration.

Seeing me packing up, he gave me a confused look. "What are you doing?"

"I've taken care of your discharge paperwork. We're giving up the bed for someone who needs it more. Besides, we can't afford to stay any longer."

With that, I gently pulled him up.

Gideon was weak and drained. A look of clear displeasure flickered across his face. "But I've only been here half a day."

"Well, if we can leave earlier, then why not? You always say we should think of others, right?" I said, raising my voice loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.

Needing to maintain his image of selflessness, Gideon stiffly nodded. "Of course, I'm always happy to help."

I couldn't help but smile to myself.

I was happy too.

It seemed the system had tied Gideon and me together. Only when he agreed would the virtue system register the task as complete.

There was no way I could earn one million dollars by helping people peel a few apples.

Suddenly, Gideon surprised me once again with his words. "When you're done packing, you can go stay under the bridge. At least it'll shield you from the wind and rain."

My hand froze as I was packing. Was he really offering to give away my house?

He was still in denial, unable to accept that the system hadn't notified him of the task's completion.

I remembered when I tried to reason with him in my previous life. "That's my house! Why would you give it away without telling me?"

Gideon had lectured me, "I didn't know you were this heartless. Those homeless people are desperate to have a home. Don't you see that?"

"But you—"

"Enough! They're so pitiful, and you have a house. Why not give it to them?"

Because I refused to give away the house, I was hated by the homeless, and that eventually led to my death at one of their hands.

Now, Gideon was talking loudly in front of everyone, "I'm giving that house away. The homeless are so miserable. They deserve a home."

Everyone in the room heard him.

It seemed like he still hadn't given up. He was hoping the system would finally show its presence.

What he didn't know was that the system had already notified me that I'd earned one million dollars.

Gideon grabbed my hand. "I'll stay at my mom's, but you know she doesn't like living with you, so I guess you'll have to make do."

Gideon's mother, Lily Duncan, was a real piece of work. She'd once demanded 30,000 dollars as compensation when Gideon joined our family as a live-in son-in-law and even tried to get him to send money to her every month.

Now, Gideon wanted to give away my house and send me to live under a bridge while he went back to Lily's house.

I smiled. "Okay, I guess I'll be living under the bridge then."

Gideon wanted me to live under a bridge? Not a chance. If anyone was staying there, it was him, not me!

That night, while I was relaxing at home with a face mask on, my phone started blowing up with calls from Gideon.

When I finally picked up, his frantic voice came through the phone. "Kenzie, what's going on? Why are all these homeless people at my mom's house? They're making so much noise we can't even sleep. Where are you? Which bridge are you under?"

A wonderful opportunity like this should, of course, be reserved for Gideon.

"Isn't your mom at home? She can cook and do laundry for them. Unlike me, I'm too busy to even be home. Honey, the bridge near Hollowgate Street is wide and spacious. You should pack up and move there."

I couldn't hold back my laughter after hanging up.

As soon as those homeless people showed up at my door, I generously gave each of them 100 bucks for a cab and sent them straight to Lily's place.

Gideon finally realized how hard it was to undo a favor once it had been granted.

Those homeless people loved men like him, who pretended to be morally superior, and they were squeezing him dry.

For the next month, Gideon was almost driven crazy. He called me nonstop, but I'd already blocked him.

So, he showed up at my door.

I had changed the lock, but I still let him in.

As soon as he stepped inside, he grabbed my arm, trying to drag me out. "Kenzie, come with me!"

I yanked my arm free. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

That was when I noticed how pale he looked. He was in bad shape.

Gideon, gasping for breath, quickly explained.

One night, Lily had gone to the bathroom and was cornered by a homeless man. After that, she found out that she was pregnant.

He wanted to call the police, but these were the very people he'd invited into his house, so he was stuck.

Lily was pregnant now, and once she started showing, people would definitely start whispering. A pregnancy out of wedlock was nothing short of a scandal.

In the end, Gideon said, "My mom wants to get an abortion, but the baby's innocent."

I thought he'd at least show some concern for Lily. But no, he was still playing the saint.

I frowned. "So, you dragged me out here to stop your mom?"

He shook his head. "The baby's so pitiful. You should raise it."

Upon hearing that, I couldn't hold back anymore. I slapped him hard across the face.

Was he seriously asking me to clean up Lily's mess?

Gideon clutched his cheek, his eyes wide in shock. "Kenzie, how could you slap me?"

I ignored him and wiped my hand in disgust.

For a moment, he was speechless. But after three seconds of silence, he seemed to get an idea and flashed a fake smile.

"Kenzie, we need money at home. My mom's been cooking and cleaning for these homeless people. Don't you think you should give her some money to help out? After all, no one wants to be homeless if they have a choice."

Gideon was once again blowing my mind.

Did he forget that he no longer had the system to back him up? Where was all this misplaced sympathy coming from?

He wanted me to help the homeless and Lily? I wasn't a saint like he was!

I let out a frustrated laugh and stepped back to put some distance between us.

Not only was I not giving him a single penny, but I was also going to make sure he kept giving me money instead.

But first, I needed to see what was going on at his place.