Thinking about how I was forced to donate one of my hearts, Linda felt that I truly loved her deeply. Even though it was under pressure, at least I had helped her and saved a life.
Thinking of this, she forgave my sudden disappearance, but she was still angry that I wouldn't answer her calls.
A colleague noticed the melancholy on her face, "Is your husband in a bad mood?"
Linda stayed silent.
The colleague continued, "He just had surgery, feeling down is normal. You should be more understanding, do something to cheer him up."
Hearing this, Linda's brows gradually relaxed. She thought of how much I loved the pastries from the shop near home, so she decided to go home after work.
Linda carried the pastries back to our apartment, "Honey? I bought the pastries you like."
No one responded.
She had just set down the pastries when she saw the divorce papers I had placed on the table a week ago.
The moment she had asked me to donate my heart, I had already decided to divorce her.
Linda stared at the agreement in disbelief. She thought to herself, was it really necessary?
It was just one heart. And he actually dared to propose divorce over this.
Linda angrily threw the pastries into the trash, "If you don't want this home, then never come back."
At that moment, the phone rang. Linda picked up her phone.
"Linda? Where has Herbert been lately?" My dad, who rarely called, was asking about me. After all, he usually only ever mentioned Hans.
Linda thought for a while and realized only my parents could force me to show up. Plus, Hans had mostly recovered by now. So she told my dad about Hans's surgery.
My parents rushed to the hospital overnight. At the first sight of my parents, Hans couldn't stop his tears.
After the three of them cried together for a while, my parents asked about me, "Where's your younger brother? You're in the same department and he hasn't come to see you yet?"
Hans hesitated. "He's already been discharged."
My mom hugged Hans, "Discharged? His body's pretty strong, doing surgery and leaving just days later, not afraid of dying out there."
My dad quickly stopped her. "What are you saying? Even though Hans had surgery, there's no guarantee there won't be future problems. If he dies, what will happen to Hans?"
After hearing this, my mom slapped her mouth repeatedly, "Oh crap! Even if I die, I prefer to die before Hans."