If You Can Fall in Love Again

"Family of bed number 7, if you don't pay, the kidney will be given to the next patient!"

The doctor kept urging. I stood at the door of the ward, trembling uncontrollably.

I dialed Harris's number again.

"The number you have dialed is currently switched off."

Listening to the repeated cold voice, I felt extremely hopeless.

A kidney was hard to come by.

Linda had finally waited for a kidney donor, and the surgery was ready to go.

It was a matter of life and death, yet her own son was fulfilling his filial duties at his first love's house.

I couldn't bring myself to tell Linda the truth.

The viability of the kidney was limited. The family of the next patient waiting for a kidney couldn't wait any longer and paid the surgery fee, and the patient was wheeled into the operating room.

I cried and begged the doctor to wait a little longer.

Linda raised her hand, signaling me to get up.

She looked towards the door of the ward, seemingly understanding everything.

I knew she was waiting for her son.

Seeing tears well up in the corners of her eyes, I couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears.

Linda gently patted my hand, comforting me. "Rachel, having you here with me, I could rest in peace.

"Don't cry, In the bedroom drawer, there's my will, remember..."

I knelt in front of her bed, crying uncontrollably.

"Mom, I'll do everything you say, don't worry."

That night, Linda passed away due to organ failure.

After Linda's funeral, Harris didn't show up.

I called Harris countless times, but the calls were either unanswered or hung up.

I had to suppress my grief and cremate Linda alone.

Until I walked out of the crematorium with her ashes, I didn't receive a single call from Harris.

Looking at the screen of my phone, my eyes filled with tears.

I took Linda's ashes back to her hometown.

She had said that she wanted to be buried in her hometown after she died, to return to her roots.

But I didn't expect to find Harris and Celine in the old house.

Celine was Harris's first love. She broke up with him to go abroad.

I knew about this.

When Harris pursued me, I was bothered by this.

He swore he had forgotten about Celine, and that was why I agreed to marry him.

In the fifth year of our marriage, Celine returned from abroad, everything changed.

Harris seemed to have amnesia, forgetting all his promises to me and becoming a simp by her side.

I had argued with him and fought with him.

But he insisted that he and Celine were just ordinary friends.

He said he was just taking care of her out of classmates' bond, and I shouldn't overthink it.

Now, it's not that I overthought it. What they did far exceeded my imagination.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt like a fool.