The moment that my father passed away, I immediately signed to donate all his organs because after my father died in the previous life, his three illegitimate children came to my house with my father's will and a team of lawyers to force me to give them all the property.

"Now, Mr. Wendell’s illegitimate children also have equal inheritance rights!"

"The will says that all the money is ours!"

They took away 10 billion in cash with that piece of paper, leaving me only an overseas company. Even worse, I only found out that the company owed 1 billion in debt when I took office. I was struggling to pay back the debt, while they had parties, luxury cars and lived a life of luxury.

Later, because I couldn't pay back the debt, the debt collectors cruelly chopped off my hands and feet and hanged me on a tree. In the end, I died in agony.

Before I died, I saw my father, who had died a long time ago.

He smiled and said to the three illegitimate children, "I was really smart. I thought of faking my death so that you could inherit the legacy."

"And you didn't have to bear the mess of the overseas company. It was a win-win situation!"

When I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the day when Mr. Wendell pretended to be dead.

I told the doctor directly, "I want to donate all my father's organs as a contribution to our society."

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I signed on the spot as I said to the doctor, "Please donate the organs!"

The doctor praised me excitedly for being a good person.

"Mr. Wendell was always known as an ambitious businessman and philanthropist. Now he wanted to contribute to society after his death. He was truly admirable!"

I smiled slightly and glanced at Mr. Wendell lying behind me. Keep pretending if you still dared to do it then, Mr. Wendell. In my previous life, he pretended to be dead and tricked me.

Then, his three illegitimate children came out of nowhere. They all said that they wanted to inherit Mr. Wendell's legacy with a shitty will.

"We are Dad's children and have equal inheritance rights. You couldn't defy the law!"

Not only that, but they also called lawyers and reporters to put me on a moral high ground. If I didn't agree, I would have been a sinner for all eternity. Under pressure from everyone, I had to agree. I gave up all my father’s property in America, only to inherit an overseas company.

I thought my father had a conscience, but I almost passed out when I saw the company’s details. That company owed 1 billion. After those people knew I inherited it, they chased me off like crazy.

And what about them?

They were living a life of luxury in America, while I was alone in a foreign country and was being chased for debts. Eventually, the debt collectors eventually chose to cut off my limbs and hang me on a tree because of it.

When my corpse was found, my body was already rotten, covered with maggots. My father’s three illegitimate children then appeared in front of me as they arrogantly smiled, spitting over my dead boy.

Not long after that, my supposedly dead father came back to life again and said proudly, "Wasn't my plan better? I faked my death and passed on my property to you and let her bear the debt."

"That was good, she was dead and we didn't have to pay back the money."

"From now on, we just have to enjoy ourselves."

So, the first thing I did after my rebirth was to sign to donate all of my father’s organs.

After signing the donation form, I said to Mr. Wendell, "Dad, don't worry. I would do what you told me to do. After you died, I would donate all your organs and contribute your last bit of strength to society!"

Other family members also came, crying and kneeling to thank him for donating his organs. The reporter carried a camera to record the last glorious deeds of this national philanthropist. Meanwhile, my father was lying on the metal bed as stiff as a dead person.

I couldn’t help but sneer as I thought, ‘If you really try to pretend to be dead, you’d better be like this until the very fucking end!’

Furthermore, I arranged a live broadcast for public prayer to give my father some strength. His eyelids were slightly shaking. Mr. Abraham Wendell surely knew that he couldn’t get out of this easily.

Mr. Wendell knew that he had to wake up. After all, he couldn’t die easily. Otherwise, the will couldn’t take any effect. Besides, my father would then get his liver and kidneys taken away from his body if he didn’t wake up at this very moment.

Obviously, this was always a dilemma.

At that moment, a few people came in and shouted at me, "You can’t donate Mr. Wendell’s organs!"

I looked at the people and immediately recognized that they were my father’s illegitimate children who had arrived.

In fact, I had felt something was fishy before.

My father, who valued ability so much, had actually recommended these three unknown people to join the company. Even more shocking, they were directly parachuted into the position of manager as soon as they came in. Thanks to this decision, my father had offended many senior executives.

Nevertheless, my father insisted on this by claiming that those people were the backbone of the future, saying, "The company also needs to introduce some fresh blood."

It turned out that this blood meant his blood.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

"How could you do this?"

"That’s right, you can’t donate!"

"This was disrespectful to the dead!"

"You were the daughter of the late CEO, so how could you do this to your father? You were simply an ungrateful daughter!"

Ah, was this another moral shaming thing again? Honestly, I couldn’t give a damn.

"I’m just taking care of my father, so why should you have an opinion on this?"

"Besides, I’m trying to fulfil my father’s philanthropic wish. What more couldn’t you understand?"

I told them that my father cared about society, paid attention to vulnerable groups all year round and did a lot of charity.

"You need to know that he visited lonely elderly people every year. He often told me that as an entrepreneur, he should give back to society as well. This donation was also what he mentioned to me. I am just following his wishes. How could you use this to make a fuss?"

They were speechless.

The family members who were preparing to accept the donation were also helping me, agreeing as they said, "Yes, the late Mr. Wendell was a very good person."

"He also spoke very softly when he saw us. The late Mr. Wendell was a very polite man."

"Yes, he gave us bonuses before."

Everyone was praising my dad’s way of dealing with people, almost praising him to the sky.

I also took the opportunity to say, "Speaking of which, you were also senior executives of the company. You had received my dad’s kindness in the past. Didn’t you even satisfy my dad’s wishes when he was alive?"

"Since you are here, sign this donation agreement form together. Don’t worry, just as a witness."

Everyone was making a fuss. The three illegitimate children looked embarrassed. But what was even more embarrassing was Mr. Wendell.

In front of so many people, Mr. Wendell saw his three favorite illegitimate children signing to donate all his organs. What would their reaction be? I was really looking forward to it!

I handed him the pen as I told all of my father’s illegitimate children, "Sign the form, please."

The illegitimate children looked at each other.

After a long pause, they said that the chairman had been in poor health when he was alive, saying, "Don’t you think that it’s irresponsible to donate organs like this?"

"Yes, what if something went wrong with the donation? This was not good."

"I think we should be more cautious about this matter."

I sarcastically said, "You knew a lot about my father."

They looked embarrassed.

"The late Mr. Wendell was very good to us, so we clearly knew."

Suddenly, I came to a realization.

I told them, "My father, Mr. Wendell, really liked you. Especially you, George. He asked me to treat you well and let me transfer the estate in the western suburbs to you as an act of gratitude since you saved him in the past."

That was what my father had said when he introduced the third child to the company. Then, I remembered that my father started to put his the first two sons for their so-called abilities.The senior management strongly criticized my father’s move. In fact, they threatened to resign.

Soon, my father knew that he had to be careful and created a way for the third son to get into the company.

"Since he had saved my life, it’s okay to arrange for him to join the company, right?"

This time, I repeatedly emphasized this point and said to George I would give him a considerable amount of cash.

What I did had made him very happy.

"Really? How much?"

I held up a finger, which made him immediately excited. As for his two brothers, who had been standing aside, they were unhappy. They looked gloomy, their upset expressions clearly saying, ‘Why should I give it to the third child?’

The third child, George, just took the advantage and acted innocently.

"Oh goodness, how come? Perhaps it was because I was a good person."

"You…"

As soon as I saw the three of them starting to fight, I drove them away. Not because I cared about the whole family, but because I wanted them to hold their breath. After all, their interests were not evenly distributed and conflicts could easily break out.

Not long after, the eldest and the second oldest came back and said angrily, "Let’s tell the truth, Abraham Wendell was our biological father! We demanded to inherit his estate equally!"

"Yes, the estate in the western suburbs should also be divided equally!"

"And we should be given cash too!"

When I was faced with their chirps, I just said calmly, "How could you prove that my father was your father?"

Once I said that, the three of them went quiet.

"How could we say this if we’d got the wrong father?"

"That’s right! I think you just didn’t want to admit it on purpose!"

I turned around and scolded them for talking nonsense, responding, "Who didn’t know that my father only loved my mother and I was his only daughter? Where did you come from?"

I couldn’t put the blame on others. However, my father had been unable to make any money when he was running a business. Although I had no idea since when he started with such an idea, he began parading me and my late mother to any event, which created an image of a devoted family man.

Over time, everyone naturally thought that Mr. Wendell was a good husband and father. Thanks to that, the company’s performance also rose. Only after my father ‘died’ in my last life did I realize that it wasn’t because Mr. Wendell refused to acknowledge his three illegitimate children.

Especially after my grandmother passed away, this old idea of his started to affect him. My father thought that he should bring his affair sons back to bring honor to the family. Unfortunately for him, he was known to be a nice guy. With so many reporters, he couldn’t publicly admit this.

So, before Mr. Wendell died, I had heard him saying to the three illegitimate children, "I had wronged you all these years, so I would make it up to you in the second half of my life."

I felt sick when I heard it.

This time, I would be the one who messed his life.

"Yes, Mr. Wendell was such a good family man. How could he have an affair?"

"That’s right. How could such a big entrepreneur and philanthropist have illegitimate children?"

"The late CEO had been on a TV show some time ago to promote family culture, but it turned out he’d got affair children and mistresses behind such a persona. There’s no way I could believe it!"

See? This was the reason I had called the reporters. They were my weapons that would take down the three illegitimate children and my father.

When my father had faked his death in my last life, his three illegitimate children had suddenly appeared at the funeral, which had really shocked me.

This time, I would make the move first.

Since my father really cared about his reputation, how could he wake up now and lose the influence he had built for many years? The only way for him was to continue pretending to be dead.

When I saw how careful he was, to the point that he didn’t even dare to fart, I was so happy to see him stressed like this.

The three of them then said, "Well then, we could do a paternity test!"

This was exactly what I wanted.

"My father was dead and now only I, the daughter, could make the decision."

"As long as I didn’t agree, you were not qualified to extract anything from his body for DNA comparison!"

For this reason, I also found a lawyer to testify.

My lawyer then added, "Even if we took a step back, paternity testing was only valid during the litigation period, otherwise it had no legal effect. Isn’t it ridiculous that you were talking about paternity testing before the litigation had even started?"

My father’s three illegitimate children looked even more grim.

"If there was nothing else, please get out of this place!"

After that, I asked the doctor to come over, "Let’s start with the cornea."

The doctor nodded and came over with the pungent disinfectant. The three illegitimate children held their breath and turned around anxiously, but they couldn’t find any reason to stop it. And then Mr. Wendell was suddenly tense all over his body.

When the doctor pointed the knife at his eyes, my father suddenly opened his eyes and hurriedly said, "Don’t, don’t do it!"