I was the only child in my family. My parents, who were from the rural area, managed to send me to college.

They knew that I was dating Troy.

His parents met mine before. This time, the elders of the Malone family would discuss the settled matters with my parents.

My parents naturally agreed. To save face for me, they even bought a second-hand car.

But they had a car accident on the way.

The doctor contacted me. Everything was proceeding normally. They would have surgery and go through the necessary examinations.

But the problem was that all the doctors who could perform the surgery today had been transferred, and it was unknown when they would return.

My parents were in a critical condition.

In this situation, I thought of Troy. His family ran a private hospital, and they should be able to arrange doctors.

The phone was quickly answered, but it was a woman's voice on the other end.

I didn't have time to identify whose voice it was. I quickly explained my current situation, hoping it could be conveyed.

There was a period of silence on the phone.

I had been waiting for so long.

It had only been a few seconds, but I felt like it had been a century.

The one over the call seemed to have said something.

Troy answered the phone indifferently, "I'm busy. Don't come to me for everything. I'm busy."

"It's just a car accident. Any ordinary doctor can handle it. I am going to hang up."

When I called him again, I was prompted with a message. [The one over the call can't be reached.]

The doctor had mentioned several times that my parents were in critical condition, so I hurriedly called Troy's parents and finally saw a glimmer of hope.

"I'll send someone over right away. Wait."

"I'll contact a doctor later."

With their response, I was slightly at ease in my heart.

The transfer procedures were done quickly. All the necessary examinations were arranged promptly.

Leaning against the wall, I was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, the doctors, who were supposed to enter my parents' operating room, were leaving in large numbers.

I quickly stopped them, but they pushed me away fiercely.

"Emergency call in the VIP ward. There will be other people coming in for surgery."

I stumbled as I tried to pull them back, but others dispersed me.

The surgical light was still on.

Ten minutes passed. Twenty minutes passed. Someone finally came.

But he went in and out quickly, looking sad.

"I did my best."

I stumbled a few steps, wondering what he meant by that.

Two beds were right in front of me.

The blood-stained beds were being pushed away from my sight.

I wiped away my tears and clenched my teeth, trying to step onto the beds, but someone stopped me.

The doctor's words echoed in my ears, "Please accept my condolences."

My world was turned upside down at that moment.

I didn't know what was keeping me standing.

I went to handle the necessary procedures, but I couldn't hear any sounds amid the people coming and going.

I felt like a walking corpse.

A man and a woman approached me, but I couldn't see them. The woman suddenly called out to me.

"Jessa, you're here too."

Siena supported her pregnant belly. Her voice sounded sweet and pleasant.

"I owed a lot to Troy this time. If it weren't for him arranging so many doctors for me and constantly comforting me, I would have been worried that something might happen to the child!"

I, who had planned to bypass them, stopped in my tracks and looked up at Troy in disbelief.

"Did you call those doctors away?"

I grabbed his collar.

"Why did you transfer so many doctors? Aren't other people's lives important?"

My actions seemed to have upset him. He forcefully shook my hands away.

He was indifferent and arrogant. I had never seen him like this before. Then he said, "If they can't wait for doctors to save them, maybe it's just their bad luck!"

"By the way, give me the key to the house. Siena lives alone. I don't feel at ease with someone else holding the key."

Siena seemed to sense that something was not right. She quickly stepped forward to mediate, saying, "Jessa isn't someone else. Troy, don't argue with Jessa because of me.'

She sounded gentle and sincere, but she looked at me mockingly and provocatively.

"Jessa, Troy is just like my own brother. He is too worried about me. Jessa you don't need to mind him."

After she finished speaking, Troy protected her behind him and said, "Don't mind her. You are more important now."

I laughed at myself.

"If I don't mind now, I don't need to in the future."

"Let's break up!"

I threw the key at his feet and turned around to leave, but he pulled my hand.

Troy looked impatient and said, "Because I asked you to come to the hospital by yourself, you're giving me attitude, right?"

"Jessa Doyle, you don't know what's good for you."

I was tired. I didn't have the energy to argue with him.

I said, "You can just think that I don't know what's good for me!"

After returning to the hotel, I cleaned up my things and prepared to check out.

But then I received a call from the hospital.

The speaker was unfamiliar, thanking me for agreeing to donate my parents' bodies.

My bad premonition intensified.

I rushed back frantically.

My parents often told me that in their generation, many of the ones fighting in wars came back with missing limbs.

They told me that when they died, they hoped to leave with intact bodies.

I always kept that in my mind.

When I arrived at the hospital, I found nothing.

"Where are they? My parents? Where are they?"

I grabbed a passing doctor and lost my mind.

He was startled before pointing upstairs.

"A transplant surgery is in progress."

I let go of him and rushed upstairs crazily, only to see two people standing side by side at the entrance of an operating room.

It was Troy and Siena.

I didn't look at them. As I was about to rush into the operating room crazily, Troy pulled me back.

"Are you crazy? They are doing a surgery inside. Do you want to harm the ones inside?"

I kicked and bit his arm crazily.

He felt pain and slapped me in the face.

Siena stood in the corner, adding fuel to the fire and saying, "Jessa, even if you are angry with me, you can't affect the surgery. My two brothers managed to have suitable donors."

"If you are angry with me, you can hit me or scold me."

"Don't blame Troy either. If it weren't for his help this time, my brothers wouldn't have been able to do a surgery so smoothly."

She came forward to help me up, but I pushed her hand away.

She took two steps back and covered her face, crying.

"Jessa."

"Jessa, are you not done yet?"

"If you dare to affect the progress of the surgery today, I will make you disappear from Chicago."