Hearing such news, I laughed with schadenfreude.

"What else could I say? God does dispose."

"Asher, come to me quickly. Come to me quickly... I'm scared..."

Emery's voice was filled with a sob.

I didn't want to go to her at first. But she was my wife and also the mother of my daughter.

Now that she had a car accident, she might be injured.

When I arrived there, she was holding Spencer's arm, crying in distress.

I saw that she only had some scratches. When I turned Spencer over, I was shocked.

His face was covered in blood. Both eyelids were split open.

He was seriously injured. His eyes should have hit the steering wheel. They were bloodied. His skull might also be damaged.

"Did you call 911?"

"No, Asher, I... I called you. Then my cell phone ran out of battery. His cell phone was broken... I'm so unlucky..."

Emery cried while speaking.

"What a stupid woman. Instead of calling 911 immediately after the accident, she called me. I'm not a doctor."

If I hadn't come, Spencer might have died.

I quickly made an emergency call.

Although I disliked Spencer, his life mattered.

After the ambulance arrived, I was ready to leave.

"Asher, where are you going?" Emery saw me start the car and hurried over.

"Go home and go to bed."

Emery looked angry, saying, "Spencer had such a serious car accident, and you will go to bed?"

"Huh?"

I was stunned. I had called for an ambulance and saved Spencer's life. I had done my best.

"Why isn't Emery satisfied?"

She requested me, saying, "Go to the hospital with me to take care of Spencer. You are stronger than me. I can't handle him alone."

I stepped on the accelerator and left directly. The car exhaust sprayed Emery's face.

When I got home, I fell asleep right away.

Without Emery by my side, the two-meter bed was too spacious. I was so comfortable. I didn't have to worry about snoring and being kicked under the bed by her.

That night, I slept particularly soundly.

While Emery stayed in the hospital overnight.

The next day, I learned about the situation at the hospital.

Emery was fine, but Spencer's situation was a bit special.

Fortunately, there was no brain injury, and this life was saved.

Unfortunately, his eyes were injured. Both corneas were damaged. It was likely that he would become blind in the future.

Emery called me and cried sadly.

I comforted her while secretly laughing.

"Take your time to cry. I'll send our daughter to school."

I hung up her call and sent Laura to school.

Emery had been staying at the hospital for three days.

I wondered why her first love boyfriend was so important to her. She, a married woman, was away from home for three days for his sake.

Fortunately, my daughter was not clingy to her. It had been three days, and she hadn't asked where her mother went.

On the fourth day, Emery was finally home.

Her eyes were red. She seemed to have cried.

As soon as she got home, she seemed like a different person. She cooked and cleaned the room.

I was surprised.

We had been married for five years, and I did all the housework. Emery didn't ever lift a finger.

Emery only needed to lie in bed and browse her cell phone. She didn't even go to work.

She said she had a weak body. She would get tired easily, and she couldn't go to work.

It was not a big deal. Emery was indeed really something.

She came from a good family. Her father left her a large inheritance before he passed away. With it, she could live her whole life with pretty ease.

And I ran two steak houses.

But her performance today surprised me.

"Emery, what's wrong with you?"

With confusion and curiosity, I sat across from her.

Emery looked at me, clasping her hands together. Her eyes were filled with unease and nervousness.

"Asher, can you grant me a request?"

"Tell me."

I was ready, thinking, "If Emery wants a divorce, I'll go with her to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

"Asher, Spencer's eyes are ruined, and he can't see the light anymore."

"Hmm, I know."

"Um..."

Emery rubbed her hands, stood up, and sat down again. Then she sighed for a while before speaking.

"Asher, can you donate your corneas to Spencer?"

"What?"

I was stunned when I heard Emery's words.

"The car accident caused serious damage to Spencer's eyes. Both his corneas were destroyed, and they can't be repaired. He must have a corneal transplantation surgery."

"But now the hospital is in urgent need of cornea donors..."

Emery looked at me cautiously.

I was furious.

"How could there be such a weird woman in the world? She wants to dig out her husband's corneas and give them to her first love boyfriend!"

"Okay, wait until I die." I looked at Emery indifferently.

Emery frowned, saying, "What do you mean by that?"

I didn't bother to answer Emery. I got up to leave.

She held onto me and said, "Asher, I know this request is too much, but I'm sorry for Spencer. It's my fault."

"When he was driving, it was... it was me who took the initiative to kiss him, which caused the car accident."

"Spencer is so pitiful. If I don't save him, I will have a guilty conscience for the rest of my life."

"Asher, please. I know I am asking too much, but I've never asked you for anything in my life. This time, I'm begging you..."

I looked at Emery quietly. The playfulness, disdain, and indifference in my eyes hurt her.

She stood up suddenly and said the words that would haunt me forever.

"You have two corneas. What's wrong with giving one to Spencer?"

"You only lost one cornea, but Spencer lost his bright future!"

I trembled with anger, saying, "Since you care so much about Spencer, why don't you give him your cornea?"

"What? You want me to give one to him?"

"Are you a man? Should a woman like me do this kind of thing?"

"Do you love me? You don't love me at all. Otherwise, you wouldn't say such things!"

Emery became agitated.

I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and threw it to Emery.

"Fine. I'll give Spencer a cornea. Dig it."

She picked up the knife and looked into my eyes.

I felt endless sadness. This was the fate of being a lickspittle.

"I give everything to her. In the end, she wants to dig out my cornea."

"Asher, um... I can't. Let the doctor do it."

Emery put down the knife and took out a document from her bag.

"This is a voluntary corneal donation agreement. Sign it. Then we'll go to the hospital to have surgery."

She had been prepared for this. It was not an impulsive decision.

I couldn't bear it anymore. I rudely knocked Emery down and slapped her in the face.

"Emery Bradford, fuck your mother. You bitch!"